She went on & on about her troubles.
He kept looking into her eyes, listening to her melody, solving his own troubles…
Swollen nose, eyes red, voice furious,
While he listened to it all. How is she so beautiful, he was curious….
She went on and on about some jerk,
He wrote stories of her, about her, with her. About how things would work…
Youre the poem that lingered but I never wrote,
Youre the lily in the orchid I never plucked,
The moon in the night that wasnt full,
The rain in the skies that never poured.‘Cause you are beautiful the way you are,
You are raw, yet fine, fine as wine you are.Now it took time for the lily to bloom,
For the rain to rise to the skies,
It took time for the moon to end and reborn,
Thus, it must take time for me to write you down.They call it a morgue, they find it all dead,
But they dont see the light you have filled me within, even if bleak,
They dont see you made a blue heart go red.
Don’t try to wake me up, when I am gone.
Don’t try to shake me up, on the last of my dawn.
I would have passed through the tunnel of light,
Don’t call me back, beating my chest with your might.
I was here for a reason & don’t know if I succeeded,
But I tried. Tried my best. Put in everything it needed.
On the last dusk of my era, just be around,
Don’t hide away in tears. I would need your aura to surround.
I might not have earned a name. Nor might have any fame.
But one thing I did best was to love you. It was true. Not a game.
In those last 60 minutes, tell me who I was, what I meant,
Speak of our good times. The shooting stars, the camps and the tent.
When my final hour arrives, kiss me for it would be the last one,
But don’t say goodbye. I will be gone to another realm. To do the undone.
On my final seconds, now, I might look scared and in pain,
It is the fear of the unknown and grief. Pray not in disdain.
As I depart now, I am old now. I am cold now. Carry me to my grave in our lawn.
Don’t put a tombstone. Setup a milestone that reads In Love Forever. Even when he is gone…
My Story live 