You may say to me
old words of comfort
rotten for years and years
locked inside your lips
you have just now remembered to take them out
only to throw them
upon my pain
so you can have your empty ways
with me
I will live.
It drips and drips and drops
this sorrow
every night
winds blow
stars fall
steps come and go outside my heart
Still
I remain
Your words are made of stone
I let them crush in front of me
I never wanted to hear
nothing more than words of love
You missed those
somewhere along the way
I will remain as i was,
since the beginning of time
walking towards love
with my arms open....
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