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[Written after I was told by a doctor I may have a blood clot.]
Chapters
the piano sings a soft lullaby
of broken dreams and torn
faces
you're playing so beautifully
and I wish you would stop
just give me my drink
and let me drown my sorrow
I'm finding it hard to tell you
that I'll breathe and not choke
and still be around tomorrow
all I'm seeing are lives worn
by sadness and time
emotions in their tears and
in the end
you were all I ever had
just another night
where we're six feet under
whispered words under cool sheets
in the dark, we're torn assunder
tonight my words fail me
over my drink and whimpers
resting my head on the counter
you'll never know that I loved you
with every breath
I couldn't take
salvation in a moonlit sonata
your hair is lovely tonight in the lights
the piano singing a lullaby
of broken dreams and torn
faces
you always played so beautifully
and I wish you would stop
all around me are familiar voices
rising as I lay amongst the sheets
no expression
filled with amber sorrows and drinking songs
wracked with pain and wishing
for another aspirin dream
to show me
one more night
before I'm six feet under
whispered words under cool sheets
"death becomes her"