did somebody say
cute boys
You never wake the dead,
Lest you be bitten by death itself.
And you always wake the living
to confirm that death has not
taken them in the night.
Lest you be bitten by death itself.
And you always wake the living
to confirm that death has not
taken them in the night.
“
Divorce: A Poem
There once was a sapling
All pretty and young
That was watered with love
And grew tall and strong
The tree just kept growing
Love was it’s source of strength
Then one day the winter came
And all the love went away
Chopped off at it’s roots
The tree could no longer grow
So it began to slowly vanish
It’s roots began to whither
Fall away, rot, and die
And one day the tree was no more
Taken in the night, by the winter
