I want to say
I want to say that I don't Know lots of things
But I'm kind of intuitive
I just know
I just know you are waiting for me
Upon the air of April's dusk
But you know
How I feel
It's beautiful
To see
Your fears
Your melodious voice
Holds something sinister
In its sweetness
Still want to hear
Still want to hear that fading thud amongst
Those trees in the Winter cold
But you know
How I feel
It's beautiful
To see
A mourning feel
Dresses you like skin
Framed photographs made it clear
Of your grief