Hear me out,
Bury me under your deepest memories
Cover it with snow on the beach,
Turn on the radio,
And play out my crappiness.
And see how our union make each twirl, unviolated, unaccompanied, unabated
And take a foliage to engrave my casualties.
Nothing is as harsh as the Valentine's rain
And Happiness is never concrete as thought to be
And some jerk will be there in the way homebound as it always is,
To remind us of seeking not love of avail, but identity de profoundis
In that our souls vibrate, the heaven upon us shines
With Hope, Struggle, and never comes to its yield.
01.18 2024
