In A Son

A Poem by bleu

poem I wrote about Kurt Cobain

A born mistake, are there more to make?
Create him, but don't love him
Let love dim, too fast.
Where did it go? Where did he go?

Betrayed and hated, first love has faded
Make it sing, strum its string
let your heart speak, but don't let it speak
Let them know, but don't let them know

Tell them your truth, not the truth
Make them think, make it link
Sing with your voice, sing with your hands
Love them, love it.

love what makes you happy
It makes you happy, doesn't it?
What makes you happy, if not it?
Be free, fly high!

Can you be free when you fall from the high?
Fly again, you must!
You love, you love it
You do, don't you?

Don't remember the sorrow, of tomorrow
Nothing you can't do, yesterday wont catch up with you
Will tomorrow come for you?
Does tomorrow love you?

Bang! His life he did take for his own selfish sake.
Look inside him but don't cut him open
His voice will sing without him now
Tomorrow did not love him; he decided it did not love him

The sound of a gun
You son of a gun
Now you're gone.