10-19-15

under the bright white moon

I’ll gently waft away

echoing off the whispers of the clouds

if you listen, you can hear

that the wind still speaks of me

remember me in the lows and highs

that I dragged you under

I was a current too strong

it’s longing that keeps me at bay

I wish for nothing more than to be a memory;

my heart is burning up, you see

god’s greatest hand couldn’t mend me up.

The teardrops that rain relentlessly down -

was it worth it all?

I can’t love anymore