If I Should Die
If I should die, then shed no tears for me, No ragged gasps, no passioned bouts of rage; Upon some windswept field I shall not be, No stone-faced mourners weeping …
If I should die, then shed no tears for me, No ragged gasps, no passioned bouts of rage; Upon some windswept field I shall not be, No stone-faced mourners weeping …
An ember sparked will softly glow, and fed by fuel, will grow and grow. I once was cinder, sparked by you, first timid. . . till the flames then grew. …
My perfume is sweeter than Vegas, than streets littered with naked cardboard women, than flashing lights and men impersonating Elvis. My perfume fills up this empty bed with the way …
If it is borne upon a rose, a thorn I shall not mind. The cost is very slight. If I should pick a lovely rose that pricks my thumb, then …
Outside, the night is filled with mighty thunder; within, there dwells sweet harmony’s domain. And though bright lightning rips the sky asunder my heart explodes with gratitude again, for we …