Conversations
and maybes

Dedicated to the broken-hearted
and to the bigger kiddo.
Move on.

hush hush.
maybe the light will
come in soft measures
and tickle your chin.
maybe your smile will come real
once again.

shattered is soul
and hungry is body
your emotions are withered
but you are beautiful.
still. yours truly.
husha husha

words can fade and
conversations still.
and you could stand there
perfectly huggable
yet resistant to
the brush of time
the fire of reality.

the shards can stay
imbedded and your heart bleeding
scars will remain. hush hush
but summer can come and go.
so will memories.
why do you hold on so much?

perhaps you couldkeep love like
how you hold thoughts
in a diary encrypted by cyphers.
maybe the sympathy might
stop pouring
but who knows.
who knows?
hush huhs. how would you
want me

to react?

memento mori. so
our expiry dates - just dots
on history books.
the crosses could break but
why won't you let the other mend
the pieces?

afterall
love is the howler
and the penance later.
keeps you breathing
stops you breathing.

You don't really need to
know someone
to love someone. maybe its easier.

move on big kiddo.
im in love with you.



cuRRent...jer  ¶ 11:20 am