Taylor Brake A Response
To my should have been whom would have been, Your being is and yellow always I think Sounds small and curt and mine Sounds which once would shine now grey. Matte, the tonic- no harmonics, not even flawsJust small As love, sudden, bright and impromptuPremature, I know I should have knownYou tell me it’s okay- not many, just one As if that somehow feels better As if some meaning would be less meaningful, to me. Well, my gratitude for honesty, on principle Then left to dust and attics filled with principleYou’ll never find the greater good or love without conditions Some days, I prefer the nighttime’s quiet chill My hubris- one Christmas is enough each year.