i will meet you at the edge of the shadows beneath the trees,
where the light goes all green and syrupy and pours itself
into your smiling eyes
we'll sit beside the markers, and tell the warm breeze
stories of their lives.
i'll tell you i love you very quietly and when you look up and ask me
what
i will smile and shrug and tell you more stories.
i will not fall into your eyes as the wanton sunlight does,
and i will not fall into your disfavour by telling to much
truth
When I
die
I'm sure
I will have a
Big Funeral...
Curiosity
seekers...
coming to see
if I
am really
Dead...
or just
trying to make
Trouble
where the light goes all green and syrupy and pours itself
into your smiling eyes
we'll sit beside the markers, and tell the warm breeze
stories of their lives.
i'll tell you i love you very quietly and when you look up and ask me
what
i will smile and shrug and tell you more stories.
i will not fall into your eyes as the wanton sunlight does,
and i will not fall into your disfavour by telling to much
truth
When I
die
I'm sure
I will have a
Big Funeral...
Curiosity
seekers...
coming to see
if I
am really
Dead...
or just
trying to make
Trouble