Street Corners Are For Buskers

Letters are all it takes to forget a memory stored for centuries
The lines on your face give me a clear picture of simplicity
Your hands are shaking now but your not complaining anymore
I’d lie here with you forever if you’d stay alive curled up on the floor

The butterflies are fluttering in the summer breeze
Pure smell of rain is in the air between all the pinecones scent and trees
A smile is sneaking on your face one that I did not foresee
The high pitch laugh of cruelty will forever haunt me

But now the flowers are sprouting and sunrays hit the ground
Look around far and wide but I’ll be nowhere to be found
Swimming in the cooling water held up by the tides
The rotting corpse of drink and drugs maggots eating out its insides

Gentle flutter of snow as it falls upon your nose
You feel the fuzzy warmness spread from your head to toes
Your hand it feels almost warm against the coolness of my hand
Come with me my friend and I’ll help you try and understand

I no that I’m not perfect I have no intention of trying to be
This poems just not working as you can probably clearly see
The rotting carcus of your mind is still trying to figure out
How this all fits together and what this picture is all about

Your breathing now is slowly I can feel the life draining from your veins
Such a simple thing to take for granted until comes intense pain
I’ll kiss your forehead now and slowly lay you down to rest
Knowing this demented attempt at anything will always come second best