3/06/2009

Open Up, You Gates

The day begins as surprisingly warm
Placed neatly on today
But as soon as you walk outside your doors
You know you won't be the same

Creep me out, and down about
There's nothing said, but speak and shout
Of the days where the past is revisited
It's the memories, as we're all missing it

Your death really is good mournings
Played over and over, free fall
Closed inside, just cry to Him
And soon, you'll see it all

Honesty plays games with us
With every spoken word comes spoken trust
Sing to me your story times
And I swear next time, I'll you mine

1 two cents' worth:

Lucy said...

Good mournings

punpuns are great,
especially in that other poem for the drama thing.