6 years of aching down to my soul
scratching through all the stories I’ve told
choices that I never made
time I couldn’t have laid to waste
what is now but the sum of then
brings me later the same again
circles etched in stony fear
held fast my heart all too near
awakenings in fits and starts
fruition but too long apart
how is it that perspective holds
just long enough to suffer cold
tears couldn’t break the glass
what brought me shattered shards at last
love, love spirit give it to me
my hands won’t break it this time, I swear
I’m only holding on to how I care
Take it all and spray it on
Everything that’s come and gone
Love, love, love
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