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If it was just me, I would bleed
It is the world that cries
It is the world that dies
Tonight and tomorrow and the next day so on.
I have fought the war that lasts for days
My arms bled tears of bitter rage
For the effort I gave was not the same

The bleeding hearts I know
and the learning
are all the blue
the ice and thorns and roses
the wonders I cannot see...

Are we the fruits I searched?
The blankets that I fold?
I can't handover your heart
This hangover is a start
I am drunk on words
Better than the tears
For this a poem for the dears

I hold me legs down in my head
the umbrella that shoots holes in its defense
the rain that speaks of nonsense past
There is nothing that cannot
THere is nothing that cannot
REPEAT
Moment please
There is nothing that cannot


Feel

I am here and I can hear
Wonder amazing bird of fear
Wings of bright and mocha flight
A honeydew with morning light
Ache, break, tear away
My baby for another day.

This lullably I can't repeat
It's gone and then I cannot speak
I will go on
evermore
since life is here
it is not scorn
it is

Life