ornamentalbombshell

[ornamentalbombshell]

Lilly's Grow Where I Buried My Grief

Grief is the animal that claws within your ribs,

It bleeds underneath your fingernails as you hold on too tight,

It's a clock that's stuck at midnight that continues to chime,

It is knowing that home is where your love is,

But feeling that nowhere is home when you're alone,

Grief is loneliness in the love that made you feel too much,

When you thought your heart was black and closed.