Guilliean reads three of her poems; read along with the poems while you’re listening!
Another breakfast alone Won’t wash the bed sheets Can’t lose the scent of your cologne These words will dry on their own All these things that I’ve done
Like back in the day, all these emotions make me numb Time has lost all sense of propriety Food tastes like the ghost of a cloud I miss you, and I don't know what to do Everything is blurred, crumpled foil Tossed into the bin like yesterday's news I can't resist looking out the window Hoping to see you there I wish I had more time, to hold you close, to cry My memory of you is mucked up No matter how hard I try Not sure how to move on Other than pretend to smile Fake it 'til I make it Plaster on that mask put on my armor Senselessly Moving Queen on a chessboard I want freedom from the pain. I bite back those tears when I hear your song on the radio Or any ballad, sad instrumentals, at this point Burning tears pierce my eyes like the nails on His cross. I wish I was there so that you didn't leave this world alone Wish he told me the moment he thought you wouldn't make it So many wishes left unfulfilled in the short amount of time I hope to heal my damaged heart soon enough Undertaken so many beatings these almost thirty years I promise that you'll live on In that broken corner of my soul With everyone else, I've lost.
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