"Please don't blow out your candle" Words by dear, frosty, spoken by me,Faith4verlives, wispofsilence ..foldupthesky
Listen if you wish❤️
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* note. Until last week I had not been okayed to access much of my SC life before my tbi. My specialist are pleased that what I find familiar is not setting me back. This track is familiar as I think it was during an illness (pneumonia) but I loved my friend and the words he wrote to his wife I had to curate his writings.
#brokenpoet ❤️

give them your love
even if they can't return it
trust me
you will make more

#brokenpoet

the ground is wet, love
has the forest
been crying again ?

#brokenpoet

Come. Let me show you..
What soft rain and " oh god " Sundays are good for..

#brokenpoet

and I want
at the end of my days,
to hold a wrinkled hand
to see brave tears
on a lovely crinkled face..
and know this was love..
This
Was
Love
I want a love that will destroy a Phoenix every fucking time
Just to know it will be reborn

#brokenpoet

Knights rust,my love
whilst carpets of cemeteries lament
and these limbs of dying orchards
pull at skirts of vanishing blues
like curious children often do
And I am here
rolling up this ball of orange fire
slowly dipping my toes
in rivers
twirling clouds
holding back the
rain

#brokenpoet

I know I survived only to be placed in your hands..
and now, my love..
why have you spread your fingers so..

#brokenpoet

even neighbors were coiled like snakes
picking bones
their voices strained with numb
and as I bent to pick up the yellowing Sunday paper the night was suckling Monday's teat
a fucking stray dog looked me in the eyes
and took a shit on my lawn
I saluted him in a silent agreement
and closed the door

#brokenpoet

Another Sunday
Another confession

#brokenpoet