you hold my heart
and then listen as I pour it out
you erase my doubt
feel close, when we're apart
you counsel me well
offer when you see a need
and you know how I bleed
gentle direction, no need to yell
whispers of adoration
your fingers caress the line
of torment before your life touched mine
multi-faceted vocation,
dodecahedron love,
sent to me from above
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
you hold my heart
and then listen as I pour it out
you erase my doubt
feel close, when we're apart
you counsel me well
offer when you see a need
and you know how I bleed
gentle direction, no need to yell
whispers of adoration
your fingers caress the line
of torment before your life touched mine
multi-faceted vocation,
dodecahedron love,
sent to me from above
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