whisper within a wind
forgive me for all I have sinned.
Just a memory, abandoned and strained
cutting ever so deep, fall to my knees of all I am pained.
cruelty strikes in it's up-most fulfilling hour
knees squeezed upon my breast, cradled beneath the singing shower
You gave up on what we had
you'll never love someone the way you loved me, so i'll be glad.
heart wrenching adoration
we must find the missing pieces of the puzzle and re build it's formation.
those bundling bouncing butterflies of growing love,
creating a nest in all that is center for days on days so perfect and pure as a white glowing dove.
can't eat, can't sleep, can't breathe
All we could do is love.
Sick with love, love becomes sick.
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