More than all the words you ever spoke
those lasting bits of you ramble in my chest
Yet, there’s no way to make them outlast me
but by the illustrations which I’ve left in others
In those days of flannel shirts, Levi’s and younger skin, it didn’t always matter what the lyrics were. It mattered more that I wanted to fit into…
More than the rocky, parched and root-filled soil where she now rests, I'll remember her snotty purrs and sweet personality. Goodbye Stella Bella.
There could be so much to say about this song. For me, it is a reminder to be more humble and learn from my failings and weaknesses-a-plenty --…