Return To Substance
Breathing in can be the hardest part
When you stretch your mind and heart
So very far apart
I'm bleeding from the inside but no one see's the kill
I read between the lines.
Those lines are where I write my will
So if you'll take my pardon
I'll fall back into the garden
to return...
To the substance of existence
I would rather be the incense
you burn...
Copyright © Jorgie T | Year Posted 2024
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