You are a stone tablet
You are a cold, washed thing
You have fear in your eyes
And the light that shines from you is cold, alone, all over
I cannot connect the things that will not be
I cannot communicate fake things
I will take communion from flowers, asking you to be the petals
We are forgetting the nature of love,
Fogetting that it is mistakes and pain that makes happiness at the end of it
That joy and suffering are karmic and designed
Do not give up on these things
When I can reach no longer for you my heart will pang
The sadness of giving up on a soul that doesn't deserve it
A wanting to give God's incarnations the love he gave me
She will not take it
I do not want these feelings to be the only thing I know, but the fear I feel with you is making it difficult
Please don't play me, I have walked a thousand lifetimes of it and I don't need any more.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
You are a stone tablet
You are a cold, washed thing
You have fear in your eyes
And the light that shines from you is cold, alone, all over
I cannot connect the things that will not be
I cannot communicate fake things
I will take communion from flowers, asking you to be the petals
We are forgetting the nature of love,
Fogetting that it is mistakes and pain that makes happiness at the end of it
That joy and suffering are karmic and designed
Do not give up on these things
When I can reach no longer for you my heart will pang
The sadness of giving up on a soul that doesn't deserve it
A wanting to give God's incarnations the love he gave me
She will not take it
I do not want these feelings to be the only thing I know, but the fear I feel with you is making it difficult
Please don't play me, I have walked a thousand lifetimes of it and I don't need any more.
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