Slipping Into Gray Hours
Soft, moist clay settles on humus of the earth
Whispering winds brushing drags of my girth
And graveyards dressed in gauze know he is there
While sorrow rips this heart almost, almost bare
If my heart still breaks in a field of tombs
Where my only love sleeps in pale of wombs
I’d rather lie on his arms with my starved eyes
Than slip into hours lonely, choking my sighs
And in this world, I trace my fingers on his name
Sinking into memories now in ashen forms, oh pain
As his laughter engulfs me in silence of graves’ melody
Deaf now in echoes of raked, raked eternity
I stare at roses gray like my ruffled hair strands
Planting seeds in our garden missing a pair of hands
The beats of a daily requiem skips, petals falling
Angels fair, bring me to him on near night calling
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HGarvey Daniel Esquire's If I Have a Broken Heart
by nette onclaud
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