I try to think
with you here,
have I felt my
heart so clear?
I hear strikes,
bolts in heaven,
strike the earth,
words do leaven.
I describe it so
emotion grows;
I burn objects
seizing my soul.
Noise, hypocrisy
swallows a space
inside you tears,
words not erased.
Arson my sin is
from blinded sight
I did not before
see inside a light.
I throw our love
upon used alters.
Because of a hurt
words I say softer.
Speak them not I,
because I’ve before,
seen this scene of
nails upon a floor.
Littered they are I
step forward bleed
truth of us I had it
but as I bleed leaves.
I wish I had words that would bring some sort of comfort to you. I’m sorry that you’re hurting, my friend.
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It is cool. Thank you Kristian.
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