Take my hand
Glean from crossroads
On my palm
The secrets of my heart
If I ever loved you
Or wished you dead
And shoved
Into the abandoned incinerator
With mass of *******
Concealing you
Maybe I thought of numerous
Others and the funtimes
I could have with them
And not you
The trees shed their leaves
Sprouting with fresh leaves
You would know the thoughts
Of my heart
In time
As my actions reflect
The light and darkness
In me
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
Take my hand
Glean from crossroads
On my palm
The secrets of my heart
If I ever loved you
Or wished you dead
And shoved
Into the abandoned incinerator
With mass of *******
Concealing you
Maybe I thought of numerous
Others and the funtimes
I could have with them
And not you
The trees shed their leaves
Sprouting with fresh leaves
You would know the thoughts
Of my heart
In time
As my actions reflect
The light and darkness
In me
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