Cycles and Patterns

Rain drops look like heartbeats Broken in two, melting away candle Wax into the blue My teeth chatter because of the cold The ancient age of old Has made me stand upon two feet In one accord, singing to this beat, One last breath shall be the very first Kiss that put in his this hearse, When she felt sweet sorrows stale And made the prison of my heart bail. I thought about these gifts and promises That she made on a piece of paper with no list And it died earlier on this way and that The skinny takes away the bone and its fat It was a deception of faces in the rain A smile through deep pain Inside was intercession To beat this tiger’s aggression It made me learn something new everyday To learn this lesson, That fact that she wouldn’t stay, I thought about what came next, Then what happened was what Came from beneath the ocean waves that had me sore vexed Running over in my cup, was the heart, out of all the blood. It started raining from above the ceiling Cracks of my heart peeling, Putting away furniture and dress’s Speaking to a room of noise and mess’s Voices disguised my male and female Dish’s, draining away life That would make harmony come into one flesh.