Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Hush, little baby...

Before time heals our wounds
time dulls the pain a little
Before the pain began to dwindle
we were crying in our sleep
and crying out in pain
Before we cried we bled
at least a little or maybe it
gushed from our veins
Before we screamed in agony
we were gutted by the mauling
of injustice and heartbreak
Yet before we were gutted
we fell quietly, wholly into
the point which broke us forever

But time will heal us
We no longer bleed
and the cries come only
so often
Just cry my weepy one
take all the time you need,
for time, it heals all wounds

I love you!

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