The Love Experiement

Death on her birthday

it sickens me this place
the face I will never erase
cause I am able to smile here
remembering my mother
not dropping one tear
just hearing of her brother died
her soul so strong and mighty fine
burying him on her birthday
Did the family had it set up that way
They so ugly and conniving…
I wish we would all look in the mirror and stop lying
the stories, the lies we tell
stating there's no other way, it's all in love
where there's no kindness in the act
making one's spirit to go on full attack…
our lives amount up to small sacrifices from day to day
understanding that love is free
with no reasonable chance of another depository
love remembers not the name or the face…
but stains of how the love made one feel in a certain time and place
patient love is to see change
strong it is waiting for the one to notice its place
Only in loving self will we recognize it's face