Mellifluous Murmurs

Pang of Pain

I can feel the heartbreak.. 

That pang of pain in your chest and the sin that you're trying to refrain from.

We are dead flowers in this garden of Eden, 

but we're lacking the most important vitality in ourselves; water

we're lacking water, our survival code.

We need water. 

We look around this barren area of land because happiness seems to be so hazardous and painful, 

but that sting is surreal. 

I am saying this to you because that crack in your heart cannot heal 

Cracks

Spaces

Wounds

They hurt and I know. 

You're on a rock. 

You don't know how to hop off of it because you're surrounded by millions of thorns and weapons

but for us, 

we're going to have to learn to live on that rock with its limit and specific area of space 

There are limited spaces on this rock. 

But we will harvest and plant our promises and our way with words. 

We don't need pain or agony, better yet misery 

You need you.

You need life. 

I want you to look me in the eye and tell me that the pain is worth the wait and time.

But you're never worth the affliction and pain. 

Pain is time, time is age, age passes on. 

Eventually, at least.