My wounds remind me that he is still present
Brought memory to my tears
And turned hearts into jilted crescents
Soft upon my groans
He made rigamortis shift
And threw wind to my broken bones
Vacancies
Where spider webs scaled empty tombs
Sad and troubled
Still tryna’ fill this depressed room
Heart cold upon my floor
Chest pressed heavy against our martyred door
I am desperate for these broken bones to be restored
An aching in my groans
He made rigamortis shift
And threw wind to my broken bones
Vacancies
Soft upon my pain
Harnessed
Heartless
Broken
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No broken bones today, for Summer’s wind whistles through the coastal inlets, where the wide dry sails breathe.
Well hello my dear friend! You have been missed! your words are like a cool breeze on a hot summer day (:
Yes, it’s been a while friend. How cool (cold) is it where you are, it is 25 in the Celsius scale here, with a chance of a storm or two. (: