I don’t have much to yield
From this fragile harvest of my life
Yet a sickly flame survives the frost
With sparkling stars shining right
From the left, see my eyes
Darting to and fro
Look hard and short
Under the layers of the bite
Don’t look past what you did
The stab bleeds stars
No universe can hold
For you I offer a heartfelt tribute
By letting the cold delude
From the flames seeping from my chest
Warm what can be comforted
Freeze what should be left contempt
Here I am waiting in field silken cotton
Soft polyester fabric and wool
As the canvas is left empty
The paint forgotten soon dried in time
I will sit at this empty counter
With tea and coffee waiting at the gate
I will ask you
Would you like sugar or cream?
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
I don’t have much to yield
From this fragile harvest of my life
Yet a sickly flame survives the frost
With sparkling stars shining right
From the left, see my eyes
Darting to and fro
Look hard and short
Under the layers of the bite
Don’t look past what you did
The stab bleeds stars
No universe can hold
For you I offer a heartfelt tribute
By letting the cold delude
From the flames seeping from my chest
Warm what can be comforted
Freeze what should be left contempt
Here I am waiting in field silken cotton
Soft polyester fabric and wool
As the canvas is left empty
The paint forgotten soon dried in time
I will sit at this empty counter
With tea and coffee waiting at the gate
I will ask you
Would you like sugar or cream?
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