Hand of God and David, a sculpture of pain,
Michelangelo's mark, so close but yet so far.
Save me, tomorrow, these words are all I say,
A tale of love, loss, and longing gray.
Hassel and Greta, a story of crumbs,
My words are whispers, to deaf ears.
Touches I miss and kisses don't lie,
A luxury I've wanted, a self I've tried to heal.
Please, bury me not, let me stay above,
Where flowers bloom, and memories never fade.
We're victims of circumstance, of hearts that have stolen,
I've shaped my fate, regret after shade.
Unreasonable man, I'm adrift and lost,
Longing for your touch, a billy goat's toll.
Dry as a sponge, parched and worn,
Grains of sugar, a pinch of pain, forever born.
It has been hard to live without you here,
A life on pause, a heart that's drawing near.
Trouble man, afraid to speak his peace,
For loose lips sank ship, and my heart's still lost at sea."
Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 11:48 PM UTC
Hand of God and David, a sculpture of pain,
Michelangelo's mark, so close but yet so far.
Save me, tomorrow, these words are all I say,
A tale of love, loss, and longing gray.
Hassel and Greta, a story of crumbs,
My words are whispers, to deaf ears.
Touches I miss and kisses don't lie,
A luxury I've wanted, a self I've tried to heal.
Please, bury me not, let me stay above,
Where flowers bloom, and memories never fade.
We're victims of circumstance, of hearts that have stolen,
I've shaped my fate, regret after shade.
Unreasonable man, I'm adrift and lost,
Longing for your touch, a billy goat's toll.
Dry as a sponge, parched and worn,
Grains of sugar, a pinch of pain, forever born.
It has been hard to live without you here,
A life on pause, a heart that's drawing near.
Trouble man, afraid to speak his peace,
For loose lips sank ship, and my heart's still lost at sea."
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