I'm ready spread your ashes.
I'm ready for them to be
stolen by air,
imprisoned into the cracks
and holes of this earth,
where they may never reunite,
or find their way back to me.
YOU ARE READING
Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
Ashes
I'm ready spread your ashes.
I'm ready for them to be
stolen by air,
imprisoned into the cracks
and holes of this earth,
where they may never reunite,
or find their way back to me.
