With the rise of the sun
Comes the beating of frantic hearts
Nervous women holding back tears; exhausted men tying up loose ends.
When will it end?
Flowers wilt in her mind
As she waters her heart
Because the foliage there is long gone
They all pray for peace
And grovel on their knees
Yet the pain still throbs
Cut me open between sobs
Someone water me please
-KC
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
With the rise of the sun
Comes the beating of frantic hearts
Nervous women holding back tears; exhausted men tying up loose ends.
When will it end?
Flowers wilt in her mind
As she waters her heart
Because the foliage there is long gone
They all pray for peace
And grovel on their knees
Yet the pain still throbs
Cut me open between sobs
Someone water me please
-KC
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