So I broke down that night,
I put your pictures back up,
I listened to your music until all I heard was ringing from the numbness in my
brain,
I wore the necklace you gave me again,
I listened to my soul speak to me,
About how to know you’re in love and that sick feeling won’t go away
Love is indeed a sick feeling,
That night I let Nature take me as Her child.
And like Dorothy she had me inhale them until my eyes grew sleepy, and my head
rested on her
roots.
She whispered to me that music is a beautiful thing, and someone who makes
music is even more
beautiful
She made me aware that when a heart is broken, she rains upon the world not so
much that she is sad
(even though she is)
But because the Sun is devastated, humans are so selfish, when the Moon and
Her never touch, but love
so purely ,
Nature said to me ‘Child you are so blessed to be capable of something so strong,
why throw it away?”
I think she even brought images to my mind of when we were happy,
When we laid in fields and watched the clouds and smelled honeysuckle, She
muttered that
honeysuckle is the word for devote affection in the language of Flowers.
She then put me on the back of a Phoenix and sent me away,
But not without a rainbow touching my cheek, and a few words,
‘A Phoenix is a concrete example that new life can be born from ashes,’
‘Let the ashes-the mistakes-of your love create something new and beautiful.’
And with that she disappeared,
In the form of a baby dove,
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