What good
is loving,
if you
can't trust...
is knowing,
must ask...
LOST BEFORE IT BEGAN
Many a love poem have I written
So this is what we've come to
Broken glass to a picture i'm not sure i feel like cleaning up
I've cleaned up this glass time and time again along with my heavy heart weighing me down
When I wake to greet a day the morning sun creeping in pours light upon my tired face. First in line thoughts of you before I’ve touched a toe to the floor beyond my bed.
A thousand points of blazing light escape my grasp, cutting the flesh as they flee.
As, cautiously I finally have time/space on my side to approach a beauty,
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