Contemplated

Contimplated - by Amy Everett 

It’s sun light,  my face changes 

With every moment as it passes through my mind as they passed through your fingers like sand 

As they play like graffiti on the walls of who I am 

Bleeding in the very second of time

Never forgetting always reminding me 

If the way you held me close 

Love me so . 

Let me go . 

And I try to erase it 

But the walls are high 

Paint is bright 

Every where I go 

There’s a sign 

And I’m losing my breath 

Like I’ve been running this whole time 

around every corner 

It’s there 

Like the old latter and it’s painter 

I lay in the sun light 

As our memories 

Passed through your fingers like sand 

But I guess that’s how it goes 

Love in 

Love goes 

Words you tied up in a note 

Never meant 

Until they played out 

Until I’m here alone 

I’m the painter 

Fuck the ladder 

Cuz it was love I gave in these letters 

Now there graffiti 

I can’t seem to paint over 

And over 

And over ..... 

It was our moments I lived for 

The ones you crossed our hearts

Hoped to die 

Now I’m alone 

And your hands are empty of all the sand