I dry cry because I’m leaving. The pain starts in my mind, trikles down like an extraction of the bone marrow from the depths of my spine.
Do you ever see a person like an apple in a tree?As the apple that’s delightfully sweet, it hurts to be eaten when you wanted to be free.Nourished me up from a seed, only to be consumed oh what a terrible dream.
With precision you hit every spot that I’ve missed….I’m a biter so I nibble on you. That’s why I sat down alone at this table set for two.
He took a bullet and lay in his grave.
To allow his energy to exonerate his name.
It’s more than physical with the words that we say.