I want to give this life away
To someone who deserves it
Someone that just might
Cherish every day
Not me
I squander
I’ve never been
One to wander
I stay put
Nothing changes
I’d die just for
Something to change
Life is wasted on the living
I am a dream untold
A journey unfinished
I am not left to complete
Even if I were
I am not up to the feat
The task, the chore
So I’m ready to give away
What to others just may be
A better, more memorable day.
-JBW
I am reserved for the man Running through my dreams
Showering me with kisses
Loving that part of me that beams
Lately, I’ve given you away over and over
His laughing, only a bit distracting
What time of day
Will it be when you are aware
Of the damaged you’ve caused
Or the silence you bear
So what’s beside you weary winter rain
Showering you, devouring me
Riding to earth from the heavens
Yet not in my dreams
Have I glimpsed a sight
Not looking to fall apart at the seams.
-JBW
A Dead Language 