Falling Through My Arms
Diluted soil with the rose on need.
Deciphered able strengths,
Scrutiny of this pose,
And the weakness deceased...
Kept from the sun under stay.
The dimmed solitary finding,
Arbitrary fore caring,
You say trade it all away...
It does not matter at all.
Moments like these in us.
Unaccredited when I replace a crooked hearse.
Its not your place to say.
What's properly mine in words,
Time to write this eulogy by verse...
It's about done and only unscratched,
Hands missing in terms and conditions,
Solutions to what has been but never was.
To guide the thorns from its clench,
Copal petals falling from this human's grace.
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