Reflections into how what and why
Just this once, and never again.
I'd bury the rake
that pulled up the leaves
over my face or maybe just to see it weak.
When memory lane
has swarms of bees
and lots of other painful things that sting
How, what, why
falls deafening to lended ears which never bleed.
So why
a hell that nailed us down
could not have come prepackaged with a warning we can read
remains to you (to me), a mystery.
Dearly!
We tear at the scars,
even skin deep.
But breaking mirrors won't hide mistakes that dwell beneath.
No safer place is there to fly but in between.
I'd help you but I've given you my wings.
Today I'm living comfortably beneath the sky I've fallen from:
Now I make ends meat raking leaves only to burn these memories.
Unrelative to capo 1st fret: Ab9 C#2 Bbm7 Fm/Ab Fm
posted by Deirdre on 1:01 AM
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