Letter to A Dead Girl

Again, no idea why this came out or why.

I bleed my heart dry on the thorns of the roses that may never bloom

I keep my mind on the poets’

Dead ones growing ideas anew

I take your tears like the ocean

I’m the one you never knew

From the blood red sea

 

Angellore my darling I’m writing to you

Dead though you are, it’s as if I never grew

I’m still acting like the day you left me

My poems and stories are for this lady

Crayon was so silly but the maestro wanted thee

And I don’t know why he didn’t come for me

My mind maelstrom is flowing you see.

 

I bleed my heart dry on the thorns of the roses that may never bloom

I keep my mind on the poets’

Dead ones growing ideas anew

I take your tears like the ocean

I’m the one you never knew

From the blood red sea

 

Would you have wanted me to buy you those bronze stallions?

Addicted you were, though no one else could see

You were terrified of your father and I was too

Gone for a moment yet I never knew.

 

Dated a girl way too young for me

Her mind was a lie

Her ambitions hard to see

Yet she reminded me so much of you

Too bad you’re dead, because my heart may be too.

 

Second girl that same year, seven and a half months ago,

Had your passion and your drive, though I wouldn’t really know

My dreams are filled with your dead but lively beauty

I wish I could understand the messages you bring

 

I bleed my heart dry on the thorns of the roses that may never bloom

I keep my mind on the poets’

Dead ones growing ideas anew

I take your tears like the ocean

I’m the one you never knew

From the blood red sea


Child of my dreams, came to my ex and me

That young daughter said she came from me

I’d love to know if that’s a message for me to see

Are you a Nephilim?

Is my mind yours to lose?

 

I never had a chance to tell you the effect you had

My hearts in a misplaced land

How could these people understand the muse that hides inside my brain’s span?

 

The people here surround me

Mock me with their fearful plans

I must break free or I will miss the smile you gave me again

I don’t have as many symphonies as I please

 

Running steadfast with the night

Bleeding my heart with the thorns of roses in the ice

Red formed words, the pain of the scythe

Forming the words that I fear

I love all of you out here

 

Out with me in the night

I bleed my heart on the thorns of roses in the ice

Taking your tears with the ocean tides

How how how high?

 

I have never forgotten your smile, your eyes oh dead love of mine

Hearts denied though the heat has physically died

I’m writing this down to ease my dread

You had never left me, but we never were meant to be

 

I bleed my heart dry on the thorns of the roses that may never bloom

I keep my mind on the poets’

Dead ones growing ideas anew

I take your tears like the ocean

I’m the one you never knew

From the blood red sea

 

What more can I give, but my words

Hanging on a hair trigger

To my sorrowsongs.

The End

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