Stillborn
YOUR EYES SEE THROUGH
THE WALL BETWEEN US
BUT YOU CAN'T REACH IN
AND GRAB ME
SOLACE IN MY SOLITUDE
MAKES MY HEAVY BURDENS GAIN
THE FALL OF OUR MADNESS
WAS WHEN THE WORDS WERE FROZEN
THE SPRING WAITS
FOR THE SHADOW.
1997
Copyright © Tiffany Harvester | Year Posted 2018
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