I was widowed from the love of my life disconnected my umbilical, bills and time melted that candle, behind my mask, my eyes till the wick was gone and wax had dried
but I woke again it’s fucked, it took the death of a friend now he keeps me burning, a slow denial of what’s given I want to sit at his grave, say, “we’ve got plans!” we’ll all burn forever or till we can see him again
a seam between the lost and the beautiful he was American muscle, my god, my friend my kid brother, not someone I met we’ll all bloom forever, no sleep, no rest
we sat and drank coffee some of us smoked pall malls told stories of his youth and brillianceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
