if you want come drop flowers on my grave sometime so i can look beautiful

song # i forget- please oh please know this know that i'd (not die no longer) but but for you i'd live forever in the graces of your halo.


she still haunts me.
each day and every
night i dream to
much, too many fears
have become new
to me as these phobias
take shape to
remind me, to show me
that karma
does exist, ya-
she ain't just a stripper
who worked in Toronto.
no, she gives me
problems daily
like god, he,
himself has no
plans for me
but misery.
no love, no
nothing because, ya
because of karma.
in my youth, baby,
i seen no
truth, no
realization for
my actions, darling.
now i see
those people
i hurt for
nothing more
than a sinister
laugh, cruel
for no reason to
everyone i knew.
i just hope for
some day
to arrive sooner
than later
that can give to me
happiness without fear.
if i treat each day
of i receive from here
out as the miracle
it is, to be here
by your side- rather
friend or foe;
enemy or lover.
to know you
is like i
am five and each day
is Christmas morning, ya
on repeat like that movie
groundhog day with bill Murray.