Pink Hearse

It’s Alive!

My creations are


Changing with me

Rather than growing stale

As I expected.

I have written

So many songs about you

I’ve been afraid to play them lately

For I fear being brought back to

That Place

But these songs,

They’re not about you


I can’t help but to

Feel this fluidity as painfully new,

Yet it has been yellowed by

Linear time

And I am once again left to

Stare in wonder

At what I don’t know

And how little it matters.

This entry was published on March 1, 2017 at 6:53 pm. It’s filed under Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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