Unknown Language of Love
Love cover me in splinters,
raze the grass and unleash the cinders.
The fingers of time reside in dreams
as you speak with ease.
But your tongue is unmatched for your train wreck heart,
never knowing which way to stop or start
Copyright © Justin Debrosse | Year Posted 2012
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