we turned every breath
into a promise
like wind from our chests
wild and ruthless

just remember every mistake
all the earth and heart quakes
and my burning at the stake
All these hints of the wreckage
you left in your wake.

Advertisements

About brian black

laugh at the horror, fill the past with the future, my head lines and heart lines reach out for each other.
This entry was posted in journal. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s