avowel

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, July 22, 2009 1 comments

come squeeze on the thorns and confess while you bleed
let me mourn for you at the alter of death
time is no acquaintance, you're still my reason to breathe
beyond the veil of ever after, the memory you left
lingers through the nothingness and all that we'll find
when our souls reach out to find their resting place
  may carry by the winds of a beauty divine
every thought we'd evoke while our broken dreams lay
with all of eternity for each time that we vowed
by all that we yearned, the truth and the dare
the prayers that i cry out won't let my heart drown
until we consist of what heaven declared

Posted by Robert Anderson at Wednesday, July 22, 2009
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1 comment:

poizon said...

to some it is a gift given when one can understand the darkness within another, you capture it so breathtakingly well...XO

July 23, 2009 at 7:54 AM

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