Quotes On My Tombstone
Quotes on my tombstone
Won't mention how I
Prefer Summer due to
Longer lasting sky.
Quotes on my tombstone
Won't mention how I
Never left the house
Without a kiss and goodbye.
Quotes on my tombstone
Won't mention how I
Would sit, sketch at the
Washers, watching my clothes dry.
Quotes on my tombstone
Won't mention how I
Always drank at parties
Because I couldn't get high.
Quotes on my tombstone
Won't mention how I
Chased away every
Guy, known to cry.
Quotes on my tombstone
Won't mention how I
Cried from the loneliness
But took forever to reply.
Quotes on my tombstone
Won't mention how I
Was failed to known
How I would die.
by; Tori Sheehan
Tonight’s the Night, I Die
Tonight's the night,
I die, cold clutching
Myself on the right
Of our bed, memories flooding.
Tonight's the night,
I die, tossing, turning, praying.
First time in many years.
Lord, forgive me for straying.
Tonight's the night,
I die, my stubborn self
Returns religion, comes crawling
Back to thyself.
Tonight's the night,
I die, soaked sheets
From blood, tears and spite.
Your warmth would be nice,
Drown out my worthless wailing.
Tonight's the night, I die.
by; Tori Sheehan
Inspired by Hannah Banhg’ song “Tonight’s the night I die to a Frank Ocean song.
Morning After
Softest aftermath of sex
Is the morning after,
Awoken by notifications from her ex.
As she lays, unbothered asleep.
Her makeup has worn off,
She snores softly and slightly turns
I observe this most likely one - off
In great detail as the sun hits,
The pink bra tossed onto her lamp.
Her desk covered in perfume,
Books, cigarettes, and letter stamp.
Possible letters from her past lovers.
Now seeing her in daylight,
It's clear she has broken a few hearts.
If only they saw her now, they might
Take my eyes to treasure this mental image.
I'll never get this gorgeous girl's name.
It's too late to ask and it not be awkward.
I'll remember her laid topless, unashamed.
As a stranger laid next to her, in her own bed.
by; Tori Sheehan
Taste of Summer
I can still taste it.
It reappears on my tongue as
The Spring air gets warmer
And the sun stays out longer.
I can still taste it.
The aftertaste of champagne mixed with sunscreen -
Grains of sand in between my toes
My head aching from the sunbeam.
I wonder if you can still taste it.
The saltwater filling your lungs
Gum that had been in my mouth,
For three hours, or how our tongues
Melted together like candles left
Out on a hot Summer day.
I can still taste you -
Spring turns to Summer.
by; Tori Sheehan