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forestfaith Jul 2018
Sitting on the floor.
In the cold and dusty corridoor.
My ears placed on the floor.
The waters carried memories.
The wet mossy floor carried the memories of those who lived here before.
It's careful hands hugged those little lights tight.
The moonlight shone with silver light.
The promises of tomorrow held in his hands.
As the savior slowly lands.
Taking back the land.

Sitting on the floor.
On the once ***** corridoor.
My ears placed on his chest.
His mercies afresh.
Thank you Lord.
ClawedBeauty101 Aug 2017
A lover you are not, but a brother you forever are

Your weeping soul is lost in the dark, behind cold bars

They swore with their life that they spoke of no lies

But we were blinded, the truth was always in your eyes

Where are you now? Do you even consider us as your family still?

You can try to hide your crystal clear emotions, but the silence can ****

They believe they ended us, but we refused to quit

The heart is deceitful above all else, who can understand it?

Though you sadly think the charms will forever be apart

We refuse to break the chain of the two hearts

Though the fire of blame may be on you

We beg you to put it out. Our voice of forgiveness is true

Yes, their hearts are full of lies

But the troubles you may be going through could be....

*Mercies in Disguise...
Mysterious this note maybe. Don't think too ******* it. It's only meant for one, but enjoy this poem if you can.

Thank You...

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