Thursday, July 16, 2015

I’ll give you everything
but I’m out of what you need
Here comes faith, walking,
too late to intercede

Love lined with hate
Tears laced with shame
I’ll fight every hour
To keep things just the same

This chaos, it begs,
the waters be still
But still waters would have
an empty heart to fill

You race in my heart
Like the racing of your hands
Tiny toy cars in motion
Heeding your demands

Every moment I lose you
I fight for your return
Every word, every step,
My insides gasp and burn

The product of my life
the result of all my being
My confinement, my prison,

You have come to taste so freeing

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