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...
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September 4, 2024 at 10:43 AM
If anyone would like to hear this poem in song by me here is the link!:) https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTF1HrJVv/
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August 28, 2024 at 5:59 AM
“ I would rather be the incense you burn..” what a most catchy line that is to end this with! Nobody sees the kill and whats flowing beneath. But the ones that feel beyond what glows, reads between the lines, and it isnt easy, this poem speaks volumes and hits deep! Brilliant wordplay too and flow of metaphors ! Pleasure reading this! Sending you light
T  Avatar
August 28, 2024 at 2:58 PM
You are so kind! Thank you for your feedback!:)
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