Love Letter From the Soul Xlvii
From F to A,
Stale
a begotten breeze
life begs and begins
her drain
of time
pile upon pile
unfiltered
polluting the helpless bog
weeds, weeding out the weeds
chocking out our roots
as we bend to the bust
in the hurt
release
release of the pain
perpetrated
and stolen
inside our dignity
derailed upon our destiny
ticketed on a train
straight to hell
that is not our train
nor our destiny
ours is in the eye of a lover
opalescent
beaming to ride
amongst the skies
wrapped up in asanawa
living in the need
tight is the bond
that binds our chapters
allowing us to breathe
here I sit reading your every word
waiting for time's release
when feelings on my skin
begin to burn
every letter, in your pretty name
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