Wish Away

I want to wrap these thoughts of you into a bow made of the softest pearly pink ribbon and wish them away to a place deep down in my soul where only my haunted thoughts go, where they'll disintegrate into ashes soft as satin that I'll gently gather and say farewell to for I've strummed this chorus far too long, it's time to wish these thoughts along back to nothingness where they belong. It's time to wish these these thoughts, these tiring thoughts of you that just make me feel so fucking sad and blue.

Slipped Away

You saw an opening and slipped away in the night. Your heart surrendered unable to take another beat. Did you run or did you walk to your next stop. Life became hard. Your eyes full of tears, scares on your heart, tattered dreams, neuropathy in your feet.  Did you run or did you walk, did the ticking of time just stop. Did you think about turning back? Did you run or walk loosening the shackles that once held you back.  When the curtain dropped, did you take a bow, did you have the strength to look back. Did you run or did you walk, taking one last lap around the moon listening to your favorite tune before you slipped away in the night.  

- Kristina Fenimore

Goodbye

Goodbye; two syllables, easy to pronounce, impossible to say. Goodbye is forever, more permanent than death. If I had the chance to say it, could I, would I have seen past the pool of my tears, past the fears of what it means to say goodbye. When you took your last breath, could I, would I have been able to catch mine in time to say goodbye. Goodbye. Two syllables, now one unspoken word that echos between you and I.

- Kristina Fenimore