The Expansion
Make room for every house underneath
all of the floors
beneath the doors
are locked hearts and minds
from every window there is a heart to look through
from me to you
making time is wasting away my soul
in outer space
there is just no place for us to dwell in
not even something like sin
can come into blue skies
and foggy trees, hidden in the eyes
of the creator
with all of his wonderous works
this is what he is there for
even when it hurts
Copyright © Matthew Thurman | Year Posted 2013
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