A skim, a shiver, nothing more,
If there was a cause, I have perhaps found it.
As I look up to the sun, his short glee somehow reaches me,
And grows roots in the ditches that have been dug in the crusted earth
Tears water it, and give birth to a beauty.
A shake, a bow, it blossoms,
Lost thoughts blanket another league of sorrow,
And perhaps there is a dark smoke, but it rises from warmth,
A warmth similar to the taken gift that fills a trench.
A trench that separates virtues,
And annexed sins
Drawn close I laugh, and am enveloped,
Perhaps by hands, perhaps by lands
There is no difference,
As it is a just cause
That my heart beats for.
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Collection of the Dark, Dark Depths
PoetryFeelings hurt, others insult and we cry, as we lie in our cold embrace together, but they don't know what I think, but now you will. WARNING: Some poems may be triggering PLEASE DON'T STEAL THESE FROM ME.
