truth

had something

starting to drill

without thinking,

a little girl

with the hand deep in

a piece

beaten with his dreams,

there would be nightmares & gravity.

my hurt - call(s) me

There it was,

her delight - hope

might ease worry

in her voice

I will see tomorrow - Love

looking for candles - leftover

Are you okay?

my hurt - call(s) me

a dumb thing - a cacophony -

dark images - to miss - intense - compassion

Praying is Listening

 a couple     

                knew

                            where 

                                        I think

It's good

to restore

                hope

I wish

            the

            beautiful

             trust

                    was able to not

                    any change

There was a pause, a

                                hush

on the other end

I can't come out of praying,

it feels like listening 

                

My blood are tears

 I hate the fact that I love you, but

I know that it's no doubt that I do.

My heart bleeds every time

I can't run & cry,

my blood are tears that's never been shed.