By Arcassin Burnham
Shout , in my face,
That won't mean , I can hear you,
I'm , not a friend,
More than you,
Could ever know.
Pushing all the odds of being enlightened by your own hands,
understand,
Carrying you under flaming wings is my pleasure,
Take my burning wings as a good faith and good will my love,
I will always be deep in your heart,
Take me as I am searching and loathing for comfort but,
I can not find ways to start,
Silk , dressed in gold,
they won't hear , as your light shines,
Peace , comes in time,
As they go , deep in gallows..
Leave , but don't go,
Don't take long , I'll be waiting ,
You , could be free,
Shut me out,
I'll forgive you.
these major things that appear in our lives go by,
Mind over , lapping matter,
Remember love rules over all, and all things that,
Materialize , doesn't matter to you.
©abpoetry2020
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