Thursday, May 10, 2012

...On re-rememberances

The wicked heart plays tricks that the poor mind cannot fathom

Supposed to be meditating but your memory pops up random

Things we share so transient, we barely had good roots

The stems are kinda shaky but I’m sucker for the fruit

Sweet baby; rejected several times but I’m still hoping there’s a maybe

Been trying to dismiss this but my gavel’s kinda stuck

As if there were no evidence you did not care enough

But you won’t

Let me go peacefully, you say that you have peace with me

A concept almost lovely as a song

Our mental reflection is the same, beautiful picture crooked frame

And we are both too stubborn to admit that we were wrong