Beautiful Bones
Life is short, I hold him as he cries.
Life is short, ambulances wail louder while
neighbors stand and watch. It’s the hushed
whispers and yells of mama that bring
the world roaring back. I tell myself that
all will be well once they fix the red
stains. I hold him tighter as slowly he becomes
the color of fresh ash.
Life is short and you are leaving to early,
you promised a forever, we only got a year.
I grip you tighter as your boney fingers
slip away. Coming to, I watch as you fade away.
As the only sound that echoes is me being pulled from you.
We tried to find something beautiful,
We tried to create something beautiful,
and yet beautiful took you away.
Life is short, ambulances wail louder while
neighbors stand and watch. It’s the hushed
whispers and yells of mama that bring
the world roaring back. I tell myself that
all will be well once they fix the red
stains. I hold him tighter as slowly he becomes
the color of fresh ash.
Life is short and you are leaving to early,
you promised a forever, we only got a year.
I grip you tighter as your boney fingers
slip away. Coming to, I watch as you fade away.
As the only sound that echoes is me being pulled from you.
We tried to find something beautiful,
We tried to create something beautiful,
and yet beautiful took you away.
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