even though I already know what is true
I just wanted to hear it from you
instead you gave me a book with no words
just images of black hearts and scorched nerves
I'd rather be given hell than live blindly amongst the divine
because how can I see grace when sight is not mine
how can hearts be at peace
when truth begins to cease
how can one flirt with disaster
when love is supposed to be what we're after
Flowers won't bloom
if theres dryness and impending doom
I know people make mistakes
but how can we fix this if you won't do what it takes
I just need honesty
so we can end this pain, completely.
©poetloser
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