r e f e r e n c e : original post
q u o t e _ c o m m e n t : Flute Player
a b o u t : maybe dialogue
r e f e r e n c e : original post
q u o t e _ c o m m e n t : Flute Player
a b o u t : maybe dialogue
Imagery: Geo Sans
maybe
there’s no
black and white
~
merely labels
accumulating all colour
to absence of all
~
tick the box
there’ll be no logic
no right or wrong
when you’re with me
~
sharing
communicating
birds calling moons
painting sunrises
together
~
one
with love
believing
trusting
each other
~
I want
to start
a new religion called
maybe
~
I’m naked
before you
hurt
~
I’ve lost my courage
to try
~
show me
how to nurture
your nature
~
show me
how to love
again
~
Image: Geo Sans
almost 9 months
something’s not right
~
the heartbeat
stopped —
the baby still needs
to be delivered
~
holding you
I’ve never felt
so helpless
~
we held him
we named him
~
he looked
so beautiful
so perfect
blood started
to seep out his nose
then all over
his face
~
my body froze
my heart screamed
~
ever since you died
I’ve wanted to believe
in a heaven
~