I had laid to sleep
that voice inside me who loves,
for she bleeds and bleeds and bleeds...
but you--
with your quiet words--
have woken her again.
for,
as much as she bleeds,
she would pour yet more--
a libation into the barrenness--
if you would but fill the silence.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
I had laid to sleep
that voice inside me who loves,
for she bleeds and bleeds and bleeds...
but you--
with your quiet words--
have woken her again.
for,
as much as she bleeds,
she would pour yet more--
a libation into the barrenness--
if you would but fill the silence.
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