Passive
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Bleed hope.
My heart was strung
From feelings wound
From an absent emotion
Which rang
Euphonic distortion of memories
I left to drown
In tears of seclusion.
I'll scream this pain from my lungs.
We live life as a blank canvas.
Your skin against my skin
Begins to mend
These shards of my life
That had fallen to the floor.
And this ink pen,
Spills from my heart
What i could never say.
And i took this canvas
Which lay dull and cracked...
And painted an angel
With more radiance than the breath of the sun.
More radiance than the breath of the sun.
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