Is it over yet?
It’s a tepid stream
It’s a river’s dream
It’s a fiery stream
Absurd it sounds this grace
That abounds—I am dark in the night,
Hidden under the covers,
A heated lover,
A heated freedom fighter—
It’s a free fall in this city of
Angels, this love works all the angles—
Worthy is this life I live!
For Your gifts are still being unwrapped—
I have the mind that you died with,
That had thorns in it, I am regret on
Repeat cause I still feel the heat,
It burns and keeps me up at night—
Snowflake cities they were once apart
Of my memories—presence with the presents
On Christmas morning—dad had his coffee,
Its maker on repeat, its smell like a hollow shell
Of a shaped day, his munchies, his endless fights
With death—television was at the center,
Kids are actors, no, really we were!
Center stage we took,
Couldn’t read a book,
Put it all on looks—had those bright eyes
In the night sky, had those crushes to the
Sky—a hesitant soul lived in the hollow shell
Of yesterday’s dreams—what is regret?
What is the pain it brings? Is it just a memory,
Those things you could have done?
Is it over yet?
This life you have given—
To live it the weapon to wield,
To feel the dirt, to live in the light—
To embrace pain cause it will come—
To not live numb, to face being dumb-
To be smart, to be on the edge, to be
Sharp, but to love with all your heart
It is not over yet, there is still time for
No regret