To a loved one
Words like drops flow on my page Singing beauty, shading rage Drops of blood flowing unseen Opened, sliced by thoughts unclean. Regrets creak in cold dark places Memories tainting sacred spaces Not quite dead inside my head I'll settle for you being hurt instead. When your voice no longer echoes Your smiling face no longer bellows My space becomes all mine once more I begin to love just like before.
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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...
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