LindseyEthatsMe
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2004 22 March :: 4.37pm
:: Mood: crushed
:: Music: Bitter Sweet Symphony
this poem is for james hixon.....died 3/13/04
::Tear Stained Satin::
put the rose on the casket
but the flowers
won't heal the pain
gather together
by the empty presence
but in this goodbye
the words are lost in vain
they all wore black
and i swore i would scream
but nothing came out
just tears
the thought of your face
your hands so pale
against the satin
that will never be seen
the sweeping melodies
and floating notes
they played for you
but you'll never hear
don't leave me now
please not now
why a farewell so soon
i'm not ready
and neither are you
to carry this burden
when they bury you
the saddest part i believe was that you'll never know how many people came to your funeral....im sorry james but i couldnt stand to look at you in that casket like that...i had to break down crying- i didn't mean to make a scene- and i know you would've told me not to cry....
play me a melody on the piano
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