Poetry For Everyday People
Dead Comfort
I can clean a room
light a candle
lay fresh flowers
in heaven,
make tea
stir up the smell of Cinnamon,
I always set a mood
for angels to dance,
we need each other
and the wind beats quiet
like her lips.
If I can ever remember
I think I'll remember this,
If I can ever remember
I think I'll be thankful
for this.
Tonight I'll sleep.
light a candle
lay fresh flowers
in heaven,
make tea
stir up the smell of Cinnamon,
I always set a mood
for angels to dance,
we need each other
and the wind beats quiet
like her lips.
If I can ever remember
I think I'll remember this,
If I can ever remember
I think I'll be thankful
for this.
Tonight I'll sleep.
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Dead Comfort
Dead Comfort