She once whispered to me Of things which truly matter Only once will I say this She told me It is then up to you

Author River Dixon
She once whispered to me Of things which truly matter Only once will I say this She told me It is then up to you
If I could have seen Known this, years before When I had nothing No color, only sound Echoing throughout, between Innocence in the past tense
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can’t let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In
Lights are off Candles lit My new favorite song Is playing On the couch My head in your lap A hand on my chest The
Beyond This moment Or another Until gone The reasons No longer Matter This just Is Forgiving Is to Not forget What you Have given Me
As I lift the lid The Smell of Cedar Overtakes me After all these years The tiny blanket Still remains Stained with tears Swollen with