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come back to me
skipping along the French quarter in New Orleans looking for your ghost
I run into a field of transparent hoax
they say this is where your body rests
I lay flowers on your grave...
sleeping on the dirt that covers you
I water your earth with my tears
praying for you to come back to me
wishing so much you were here
sending you letters to heaven tied to a balloon
I watch them float into the clouds
take away my gloom
how my heart weeps without you
I run into a field of transparent hoax
they say this is where your body rests
I lay flowers on your grave...
sleeping on the dirt that covers you
I water your earth with my tears
praying for you to come back to me
wishing so much you were here
sending you letters to heaven tied to a balloon
I watch them float into the clouds
take away my gloom
how my heart weeps without you
Published 1st Sep 2014
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2nd Sep 2014 8:02am
"transparent hoax" - brilliant metaphor - this is a wonderful ode to your lost one
2nd Sep 2014 8:31am
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29th Oct 2014 8:41pm
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30th Oct 2014 6:24am
Anonymous
29th Oct 2014 8:43pm
Brilliant.. Nicely done..
17th Nov 2014 00:54am
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14th Dec 2015 11:09am
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22nd Aug 2016 12:06pm
Pretty ink! I especially liked this part, sending you letters to heaven tied to a balloon
I watch them float into the clouds
take away my gloom
Very unique! Thanks for sharing.
I watch them float into the clouds
take away my gloom
Very unique! Thanks for sharing.
15th Oct 2017 9:55am
Deeply bittersweet! I can't help but envision thousands of letters floating up to Heaven...
JJ
JJ
6th Nov 2017 8:00am
you have achieve to show the deeply feeling from your heart and I hope wherever he is, he'll visualize it real love..nice work
10th Nov 2017 5:34am
22nd Apr 2023 3:29am
This seems like you're missing someone dear to you. Some vivid imagery, as well as emotional aesthetic. An ode disposed to own the throes. t's like you're living to see through what you can't accept, coming full circle. You see through your denial with sadness, and you're haunted. The metaphors here are solid, and the cycle through the "process" of your loss is there. Could "sleeping on the dirt that covers you" possibly be a double entendre, as if the person had a "dirty" past? Watering their earth with your tears as if you accepted them for who they were, like you wanted more for their prosperity? Maybe it all vanishes away, with the letters in the balloon to heaven? Heh, anyway, this has thought-provoking potential for sure.
