fragments of lovers' love
i fear that i become the love i once afraid to get
the affection i had left behind—
the roses i gave in
without any expected return
because a gained respect for them
is a disgrace of my own
i had to beg for answers to be answered unsure of
an explanation i didn't even know if the question
i had asked, or just another curiosity that i'd think of,
you're maybe enlightened i feel this way
a cry of prayers, silent scream in pillows
"please, hear my agony. i am begging to be truthful to love"
for only if could sell my soul, i am six deep under of what you're standing on.
i wish i did that, anyways
i had regrets about how my innocence ate me whole
that even my heart became blind when i told her to heal
but then hurt someone else's soul,
God, rest thy soul,
i was fearfully and wonderfully made
but i made me to love fearful to them.
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