Cherry blossom lips burned into his eyes
Words
Letters
And anger
Formed sounds that echoed so vehemently
This is real rage
Rage that even the bitter darkest clouds could
Only ever dream to be
Awash me my boiling blood
Feed me my need
Show me your scared
For I will lower my head and let the raging go on
But for what does it serve
A passion for love
A wanting for more
Care
True spirit
Yet I am the wrong
Words should not be of pain
They should be of hope
Encouraged in glory
Wrapped in a heart of fragility
Shamed in my soul I write in shivers
Puddles of sadness at my side
These eyes now empty and red
And I am sorry
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
Cherry blossom lips burned into his eyes
Words
Letters
And anger
Formed sounds that echoed so vehemently
This is real rage
Rage that even the bitter darkest clouds could
Only ever dream to be
Awash me my boiling blood
Feed me my need
Show me your scared
For I will lower my head and let the raging go on
But for what does it serve
A passion for love
A wanting for more
Care
True spirit
Yet I am the wrong
Words should not be of pain
They should be of hope
Encouraged in glory
Wrapped in a heart of fragility
Shamed in my soul I write in shivers
Puddles of sadness at my side
These eyes now empty and red
And I am sorry
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