Bloom

Written by: Richard Tarr

The flowers bloom over 
your grave I remember 
when your face turned
blue some how  I was
14 when you left me
to fly over the stars
just like you to make my 
heartbreak watching 
slowly going insane why 
am I in this place of odd
faces where are you
when I pray to far away
the distance over black sea's
ink in my arm to never forget 
where you are silence is how 
you answer what kept me
alive to watch the bloom