I don't know what pushes our world in circles.
What causes the sun to turn old.
I don't care to know how the stars are standing,
How the moon wept
While the wind blows over empty fields
Along with your ghost.
I don't care, how
To them you are alive
yet
[To me you're dead]
dead.
Not one bit, do I care
how
I lost you, while I dreamt.
We were lying in your car fast asleep.
[waiting to cue the downfall]
We dreamt…fast asleep…((until)) …
The fatal blow took you
Away.
It's just a disaster I can't seem to [forget] recall.
gabriella mendoza
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modified-lounge/
