Tuesday, December 13, 2016

That Which Won't Fulfill You Only Makes You Long More

Cradle what you yearn for
Shield it from the fray
Allocate aggressions kept
They're never for display
I know what you’re hiding
I’m where they would seek
Turn your back and count to 10
I know you plan to peek
Sneak a glance as time allows
If only in a dream
Midnight pens a letter
That I’m measuring in reams
You’re the sword I swallow
Just a blade I mean to tame
Cut is still a slice
If only by a different name
Rose is still a rose
And I suppose it’s still unique
Label me a bitter taste
A name you fear to speak


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