he is dead
and I hold him in my arms
unsure whether to grieve or celebrate
unsure whether to sort his hair
or just accept the chaos of his locks
some tangled some blue
some so beautiful as tears
I knew him once
he is dead
and I hold him in my arms
unsure whether to grieve or celebrate
unsure whether to sort his hair
or just accept the chaos of his locks
some tangled some blue
some so beautiful as tears
I knew him once