holy
if letting Her go
cold in my soul
trees can think pink
instead of sinking
under thick rain
& night can quietly
hide inside
a lifeless smile
where 1 last teardrop
oceanic in its sorrow
swallows whole mountain
spewing out & against
a tempest of regrets
what if coulda Maaa…yaaa…?
but i don't &
don't pray for why
anymore a . men

