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Tout cela aurait pu être le vôtre

I had a cure, for your disease but you threw it away and you made it clear I was not welcome on these seas and you threw it away so I sailed and I sailed for so long my hair grew long and my heart grew cold I face certain death without you near and I felt the storm and swam until the skies were clear and I found a home along this crooked road and all of this would have been all of this could have been yours all of this should have been all of this could have been yours black clouds roll, right over red doors as the waves were high sooo was i and the moon never looked so angry as when your walls came crumbling down. It was so beautiful It was so peaceful All the destruction,  it was quiet all of this would have been all of this could have been yours all that you love, will be carried away oh all that you love, will be carried away all of my pain, that you put on my name all of my doubt, and all of my shame all of my guilt, my denial and fe