(1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

1 Week

I think of the day
When you were all mine
It feels like a much longer time
Than one week ago today
Maybe it was my last chance but I made it
And still you're like a string that is not to be cut
Tied around my neck, but I'm not afraid yet
As long as I keep my mouth shut
Tightening every time I try to pull you closer
Can't let it slip through my hands, no way you chose her
Can never be sure of my victory
Your love is pure, you act contradictory
But I'd rather suffocate with you choking me
Than living a dead life with no reason to be

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Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

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A soft fluid write. Purpose, time, our mission in life, loss and despair.