A message from me to you.
A message from them to someone else.
A message from the heart to the death.
A message to the one who changed everything.
I don't know what to think when I think of you?
For crying out loud one of our inside jokes was the word shoe.
A shuffle through my thoughts and I randomly click select.
A memory unfolds and slowly I start to re-collect.
The days we spent with only each other.
When really I should of been thinking about my brother.
A best friend lost. A sibling nearly gone.
And a life that feels much like a poor little fawn.
With horns in the head.
And a hard, little bed.
Hoofs for feet,
And memoirs that leap.
From wanting it all back,
To thinking about that eenie, meenie attack.
That left us both with tears,
And the ache for a few beers. (I)
But recently I read a quote.
And in my mind I made sure to leave a tiny, small note.
It said to not be sad with what you lost but be happy with what you had.
Reading this made me oh so happy, but also very sad.
I've given this a lot of thought.
And come to the conclusion it is better this way instead of sending my brain wrought.
I confess my sin.
And throw those dirty speech bubbles in the bin.
I hope you do the same.
Because then this mess would be a lot less lame.
I find hard it hard to dodge where you stand.
I find it hard to dispute over our unequally shared land.
So give it a thought.
And lets try to blend.
After all life is far to short,
And I of seventeen never wanted to make one hate me or hate anyone else.
I'm not asking for your hand and would NEVER ask to hold you man.
But I have faith that after months and weeks and days, hours, minutes, seconds,
of avoiding that who can change you, will make one a stronger being,
And move us through life feeling as though we have wings.
GREY
White,
Black,
White,
Black,
Wlhite,
Bhlack,
Wlaite,
Bhilack,
Wlachite,
Bhitlack,
Wlackhite,
Bhitelack,
WHITEBLACK.
TACKLE WIT...
What do you think this means?
