SoulReserve

Withdrawal

Speak to me…
like your would,
to a dream;
Your own
Putty in your hands,
sublime
unthreatening;
Word your words,
with infatuation,
flirting on the brink
of truth;
Reveal sunflowers,
growing under shadows,
and I shall be the Sun;
Let me sing you,
a lullaby,
of hope,
while you eat
into misery,
the likes of which,
crawled on walls
sullen
silent
memories;
Let me absolve you,
of your sins,
erase with kindness,
past horrors,
imprinted on your trampled being;
And when you are done
before I go,
as you snap the strings,
let it be known,
I was love
and maybe, the only…
soul
who understood you thus;
And I am leaving, carrying
with me,
everything you meant to say…

© SoulReserve 2015

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