Suddenly You define me;
The epitome of life,
You ask me:
What are your criteria
For quality?
For comfort?
For life?
You scrape a bit of me
off onto You every day
Test the purity of a
golden heart against the
black stone of suffering
I bleed in streaks of silver
You are my touchstone now.
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC
Suddenly You define me;
The epitome of life,
You ask me:
What are your criteria
For quality?
For comfort?
For life?
You scrape a bit of me
off onto You every day
Test the purity of a
golden heart against the
black stone of suffering
I bleed in streaks of silver
You are my touchstone now.
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