cooling of the embers I cant bring myself to meet your eyes cos death is slowly covering you in galaxies of black and blue and under your skin all his colours bloom And youre only half here like someone left a frail body and took the rest But I remember when you were strong never wanted help from no-one what youve become is not who I remember Is this the cooling of the embers? Shes back again through summers past the smell of rain and freshly cut grass seems those ordinary days are the ones that last
Posted on: Mon, 27 Oct 2014 06:22:16 +0000