branch stacking for PEACE

They sampled my fruit and made trophies from my leaves.  Branches are now stripped bare and strategically stacked for the ceremonial bonfire.  As I send out the last twig, with a first-class pigeon named Hope, I honour those before me and offer to light the spark in your bonfire heart.

heartSinkling

 

 

im just not sure anymore…

i said i love you

and that has not changed

im just not sure

if i can love all of you

all of the time

it’s easy to love those parts of you

that match the best parts of me

that may sound rather conditional

but that’s just how it came to be

we all have our vices and choices

no one can tell you they are wrong

some of us play a different tune

but like to sing the same song

heartSinkling H ❤ I