Love Letter From the Soul Lv
Warmth,
The other side has called
her winter's finally born
the geese are flying east
the pain has left her mark
X's no longer stay
they just go
as the hurt
forages on
and eats their own
too much
it's too much
burning darkened soot
pulling out the roots
it's death
by default (nobody's fault)
but that's what they beg
leaches getting wet
attached to every midnight song
and soliloquy
their favorites play
continuously
conspicuously
on repeat
pull the plug
disembark the spark
set them straight
to the confessionals
but that's all a little too late
words are just words
no matter how arranged
or the author deranged
this good book says jump
another one says run
little Billy jumped off the bridge
bullies on soapboxes
shooting guns
acting like skirtless nuns
sitting around the old wobbly card table
picking our hearts with dirty spades
it's not a game to be played
listen
nature's call
a soothing lullaby
listen
shhhh
just listen
let it be
let us all be
free
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