Language


A language of our own, would you understand what I say to you today

Words pouring down from my tongue, viscous like the sap from a broken bark of a tree

Slow, lulling the mind to dark, dark corners as I look for words to say

What was in my heart, my mind failed, my breath ragged, palms sweaty

Trying to find an opening to you, to bare my soul today, for saving something worth a thousand hearts

For me, for you? Not sure, but I would like to believe that the balance is equal

That the pain is the same from across the seven seas, throbbing like the wound festering without care

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