Fuckpuppie says......
Although these walls run to the heavens
I often wonder what if for a second chance
would the Gods be so kind as to grant us something?
A mourners hope, an unforgiving second glance.
Although I know my thoughts are static by now
I often wish that stitches weren't where stitches hold
but scars did thread needle and did their work
and tomorrows words will unravel every thought never told
and this moment will be forgotten
just like every promise
we
never
made
I often wonder what if for a second chance
would the Gods be so kind as to grant us something?
A mourners hope, an unforgiving second glance.
Although I know my thoughts are static by now
I often wish that stitches weren't where stitches hold
but scars did thread needle and did their work
and tomorrows words will unravel every thought never told
and this moment will be forgotten
just like every promise
we
never
made