Plans Left Unmade

DIFFERENT

Everything tastes different.

Nothing tastes the same.

Music tastes different.

Emotions taste different.

Memories taste different.

The flavor of life, so different.

Since you went way…

(written 9/11/1/8, the day my love was laid to rest)

OUR DEMONS (8/10/18)

I'm not sure I'll ever feel safe inside again.

The familiar drop in your voice and there we are again.

Will it be as painful this time?

Pierce my soul like a thousand knives?

My heart feel the pain like a thousand times?

The demons you battle like a familiar friend.

Sometimes I wonder will it ever end .

I pray to God they release from their grasp.

So my true love can be free at last.

You see your demons are my demons though the fights not the same.

They torture n taunt us like some twisted game.

The one thing I don't think you realize is true.

Your demons are my demons as my life is with you. 

To my beautiful Justin, rest well my love....Always and Forever Yours, 

Elia Jo

Plans Left Unmade

 (Dedicated to my love that passed on 8/31/2018)

Remnants of plans left unmade cloud my mind.

Our adventures of living will never unwind.

It was just a few days ago I smile and I think..

We were planning some piercings and some matching ink…

A victorious celebration we would commemorate…

As our struggles became triumphs close everyday…

And then without warning my love passed away…

Now alone as my sorrow grows day after day..

The joy and the sadness of memories we made…

As I long for my True Love and our plans left unmade…