Thou pain is thine to burden
Thou love is thine to shelter
Be it not of obligation
But out of respect for another
Thy heart and soul
Intertwined with thou
Thy hope is nigh
For thy field is barren
Be that as it may
Thy soul still urns
For thou soft whisper
In thine ear
Be swift yet brutal
With thy piercing words
For thou hast lost
All of thy fear
List not my transgressions
But announce thine triumph
For if thou walketh the dark path
Thou will only hurt thineself
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 7:10 PM UTC
Thou pain is thine to burden
Thou love is thine to shelter
Be it not of obligation
But out of respect for another
Thy heart and soul
Intertwined with thou
Thy hope is nigh
For thy field is barren
Be that as it may
Thy soul still urns
For thou soft whisper
In thine ear
Be swift yet brutal
With thy piercing words
For thou hast lost
All of thy fear
List not my transgressions
But announce thine triumph
For if thou walketh the dark path
Thou will only hurt thineself
