Blood, bone and breath
here it is again
she looked through me
past me, I vanished
I’m tired of the wobbly bike
spinning its busted wheels
going round and round
to end where it starts
Nothing gained
It’s lost before its found
where can I go?
this road is new but so old
I know it well enough
to hurt me
I don’t know it enough
to save me
Take this gift back
some say is so precious
it shows me nothing now
give it to him instead
The one with the sad eyes
the one who wants all this
blood, breath and bone
maybe he can use it
I’ll finally be out past the butterflies
and the spring moss
and the old bed
with the new sheets
I’ll be past it all
sailing off where souls go
for picnics and punch
and no tedious talk
for the first sip of wine
even when the bottle’s empty
for the last kiss the never ends
or even begins
Because it is out here
it is and always was
it waits but never worries
out past the graves and the grief
Go ahead and give this away
pluck my soul and send it off
until the morning when..
I’ll begin this all again.
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