poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
for every tear i’ve shed for you,a flower grows, over your grave,I guess theirs fields of them now,fields of sunflowers, and bonsai tree’s just for you,and when the rain beats down,I guess its just blessings pouring from the sky,over you, to wash over the plants, to wash any sin,to replace flowers that may have wilted, […]