Can I confess in this letter of
Mine and sent it up somewhere
Above the eye,
It'll hang like an invitation
Above the clouds waiting
For someone to pick it up
The gods of gods, probably would
Or ignore the plea of a sounding dove cry,
I will depart
With the sun
melting my skin, before I have to
Sit at the foot of the bed and mourn,
You twice again
Can I confess this letter of mine
That if I die please to do not cry,
Remember me if you will
For I will not hunt you if you don't
Is there a after life that the universe
"The god can promise of?"
Where pain doesn't mix in the air
And happiness and joy is what awaits
For us,
Without the saying of without happiness
There is no pain,
Without pain there is no joy blah
Blah, blah
Pain is no pleasant feeling it
It grips you by the heart
Or somewhere by the stomach,
Maybe even by the balls,
Can I confess that there will be
No confess my for my grave
Will hear it best,
And my grave Will be loyal to me
Not giving you the craving of
a locked secret,
That I shall keep.
-ashespoetry
