I watch on as your delicate temple is filled with the blood red wine
I think it's you paying tribute for the friends and family you've lost
Even if you put on a strong exterior your heart is not cold
It gets better in time, or so I've been told
I simply watch as you prance around the walls of your house
Your eyes bloodshot and dialated to match the size of a mouse
The load music you play
To ease your mood like water to clay
Like gentle waves of the ocean at the bay
I stay
And watch as you dance
Because I'm trying to understand...
No I'm not
I'm simply sitting here because it somewhat consoles me to know that my pain
Is felt by others
By mothers
And brothers
Brought to ease by the heavenly father
Not the pastor
Not the man that takes offering to fuel his new benz
Not the man that sells his prayers to the highest bidder
Not that man that's bitter
I simply sit and watch
The seconds go down on my wrist watch
I have simply watched
Not touched
Nor rushed
But crushed
The lust
And built the love
Your hove
My dove
...............................
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 1:14 PM UTC
I watch on as your delicate temple is filled with the blood red wine
I think it's you paying tribute for the friends and family you've lost
Even if you put on a strong exterior your heart is not cold
It gets better in time, or so I've been told
I simply watch as you prance around the walls of your house
Your eyes bloodshot and dialated to match the size of a mouse
The load music you play
To ease your mood like water to clay
Like gentle waves of the ocean at the bay
I stay
And watch as you dance
Because I'm trying to understand...
No I'm not
I'm simply sitting here because it somewhat consoles me to know that my pain
Is felt by others
By mothers
And brothers
Brought to ease by the heavenly father
Not the pastor
Not the man that takes offering to fuel his new benz
Not the man that sells his prayers to the highest bidder
Not that man that's bitter
I simply sit and watch
The seconds go down on my wrist watch
I have simply watched
Not touched
Nor rushed
But crushed
The lust
And built the love
Your hove
My dove
...............................
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