The moon gleamed silver as we sat in the grass of summer
I kissed his fingers, said I'm worried about him
He knows he smokes too many cigarettes
He had become everything he had learned was wrong
So he tried to change himself
Bought new clothes and dyed his hair
And lied about what he has done
"It's okay though, honey
I know your used to lying
You were made ashamed to face the truth
When you told your mother she threw the bible at you
Pretending is what you had to do
Growing up for her to accept you."
He takes prescription pills now
To try to cure his fever
But the loneliness still burns in him
I said, "My dear, you look like you've been crying."
Softly, he told me that he's been dreaming of dying
He spoke in a whisper as if every word hurt him
We held each other and waited for the sun to rise
Watched the sky turn a beautiful yellow
I felt cleansed and alive again
As he smiled, a real smile
In that moment everything felt right
White roses will bloom from our sorrow in the soil
2007-10-16
14:22:45
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