I read all your words.
Relentless and enduring.
Twisted and strained.
Hope against hope.
I'd imagine it were I.
For whom those words were meant.
If it weren't so painful.
As agonizing as the silence,
that prefaces and concludes.
I've oft wondered.
Were there any words
meant for I?
Scrawled out of a heart truthful.
Meant to endure.
Rest now my soul.
Forsake hope eternal.
Sleep now in the knowledge.
It doesn't matter if you ever wake.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
I read all your words.
Relentless and enduring.
Twisted and strained.
Hope against hope.
I'd imagine it were I.
For whom those words were meant.
If it weren't so painful.
As agonizing as the silence,
that prefaces and concludes.
I've oft wondered.
Were there any words
meant for I?
Scrawled out of a heart truthful.
Meant to endure.
Rest now my soul.
Forsake hope eternal.
Sleep now in the knowledge.
It doesn't matter if you ever wake.