Patience
I have none.
This heart just wants to deal with it and move on
I don't know how to wait
when the heart is learning
somebody is hurting.
Why why
not to break people,
not to spill the redness that is heaven
into the night sky that is still so still
and no patience will do
only fixing
the broken
the sad.
This heart just wants to deal with it and move on
I don't know how to wait
when the heart is learning
somebody is hurting.
Why why
not to break people,
not to spill the redness that is heaven
into the night sky that is still so still
and no patience will do
only fixing
the broken
the sad.
posted by Echo at 6:58 PM
2 Comments:
To fix would be a blessing.
I fix when I can, and when they would let me.
Thanks for your poem :)
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