LADYBUG ~BY ANEGLINA ROLSTON
Just another day waking up alone—
No one blowing up my brand new phone
Just another day waking up alone—
No one blowing up my brand new phone
He clings to his rusty wheelchair,
As he clings to his dirty brushes.
A rose will bloom,
A child is born,
While they leave their mother’s womb.
As you inhaled your final breath,
no longer clinging to health,
you spoke a vivid memory of me
Do you remember me from your dreams?
Silent grips on the back of your neck
Once I was the quiet flame,
Burning for a name never called.
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I have touched the farthest ends of oceans
Thrust my head into the mouths of sharks
Who would have thought, he would be a fallen knight,