my pain will not dissolve with time
for love had no teacher,
and religion man-made,
these hidden truths we fail to face
a burn can be felt
the way no lesson can.
they speak to us
the way no lecture can.
chemistry passes my memory.
geometry never stayed with me.
when classes let out,
our teachers are self.
and we’ve tucked these books
beneath ****** covers.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:22 AM UTC
my pain will not dissolve with time
for love had no teacher,
and religion man-made,
these hidden truths we fail to face
a burn can be felt
the way no lesson can.
they speak to us
the way no lecture can.
chemistry passes my memory.
geometry never stayed with me.
when classes let out,
our teachers are self.
and we’ve tucked these books
beneath ****** covers.
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