No candle light
No sweet scent
No Sheeran’s “Perfect”
Just you
And the thought
Of where he should have been
No white gown
No down the aisle
No Priest’s “say after me”
Just you
And the thought
Of what it should have been
It’s you and
That ring that sends ready men away
While he’s on the loose
Chasing his abroad dream
It started as pinches, the type that made your neighbours run to the wall, to hear his words...
My heart hasn’t beat like this for so long My mouth hasn’t been this dry in forever That...
Sometimes I think my days away without you what would I do Sometimes I feel like the world says...
My thoughts are scattered pieces broken into curves and dots, and spikes too — touchy irritants. They wander in...
I was stripped of my rind Then discarded I was a forsaken matter The type you find in the...
The morning dews Have become black tars Spewing holy smoke The trees that danced to the twirl of bliss...
Going through the oldies Refolding the old stories The scars were gone long But left their marks behind on...
