pressing ink into pages,
seeking the good in the bad.
it f*king stings as it ages,
what a time that we've had.
these bruises on my heart
make it so tired & tender.
but when I look in your eyes,
they make me remember,
to release all the strife...
hate's soul burning ember.
here is where we are now,
and pure love is the sender.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
pressing ink into pages,
seeking the good in the bad.
it f*king stings as it ages,
what a time that we've had.
these bruises on my heart
make it so tired & tender.
but when I look in your eyes,
they make me remember,
to release all the strife...
hate's soul burning ember.
here is where we are now,
and pure love is the sender.
An old resting poem finally awakened.
