I Made An Ode

I made an ode to you before my dying day;

I didn’t how know to put my words with grace.

Your thoughts made my pyre, your words stoke the fire.

And if I was dead to long ago then

Why did you cry today, blaspheming my name.

You put the blame on me that I couldn’t stay.

 

We tore pages from the holy testaments

Some to throw, some to make paper planes.

When I felt sorry, you told me I was brave.

 

You a joke on me but now they’re laughing at you

‘cause when you killed me, a part of you died too.

And if I was dead to you long ago then

Why can’t you sleep today, thinking of my ghost.

 

I made an ode to you before my dying day,

I didn’t have in myself to go with grace.