There is So much I remember now,
And so much I beg away to forget forever….
I can’t be more than I am?
How could a paradox be anything else than that?
Questions and time and time and hopefully deliverance
For this mood is a room and this gloom is a bird singing sorrowfully…
I still love her?
No.
But I could try,
I could try for you my principessa.
I could try if it made your heart whole again.
Blood soaked tears shed in sheds that are now watershed.
This place,
These bad rhymes on top of silent sad.
If I could just reach up I could be your father babe, your dad.
I can fix you,
You mend me with your existence,
Promise me you will listen when I tell you It was not that I didn’t care;
For there was nothing I cared more for in every shape form and life spawn…
Promise me you will shake dust from your hair and persevere when I go.