.the mind is a beautiful thing.

  the love we feel will forever grow whether in love or out the bonds we leave are too entwined in our souls i could never hate you for i love and i love until i am torn and even then i will never stop loving for you are too entwined in my soul the love we held will not compare for the muse you’ve become but those you love who do not love you will become poetry instead

  I went to a funeral today The body was fresh and smelled like fire The casket was closed but I knew who it was There was no name, no photo and the room itself was cold There were no visitors except for my heart my soul and my brain My brain walked out at the scent of smoke My heart left you flowers and a life of well-wishes and my soul crawled in your casket and curled around yours.