Sometimes, I wish you could hear the moan in my heart, that in every pound it makes, the more your name is heard.
You fear of yourself as if you were a curse and see little of your fortune that makes you want to smirk.
To guide you by the hand and walk you in a path of gold is my desire.
To call you by names that have never been spoken and to wrap your heart in a warm cloth that is forever unbroken.
To remind you every hour of the night, the taste of my pure wine.
That cleans your drunken soul and leaves you fine.
So you could finally say the words that you thought you lost but never forgot. Deep in the center of what once you stood guard.
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By JZX on October 14th, 2018
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