
I WAS THE LAST WORD ~BY ANGELINA ROLSTON
As you inhaled your final breath,
no longer clinging to health,
you spoke a vivid memory of me
As you inhaled your final breath,
no longer clinging to health,
you spoke a vivid memory of me
You will hear thunder and remember me,
And think: she wanted storms.
She tended to his wounds with gentle care,
A love so strong, yet forbidden to share.
Your gaze rushed at me like waterfalls
Dropping rainbows on my heart
My first love killed herself,
Not in the way you think,
Not with a gun to her head,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
Love Not Beauty If You Cannot Perceive It
If It Know Not It Oath Or Wade Or Stroke:
Be Not Spellbound To Its Letters Or Dote.
You say I’ll be okay,
That you’re here to stay.
You say you love me,
That you’re dreaming of a we.
How can you still believe?
How do you know I won’t leave?
After the snow,
A lonely flower tried to grow.
It rose from the ground,
Fighting to be found.
By a girl with braids in her hair,