and i'm sorry.
i have hurt you
yet again.
i can't fix these
broken pieces,
but with you
i know we can.
this secret, though
is tempting,
i want to hide,
far...dark...away.
that primitive beast
inside my mind
wants nothing but
to play.
it lurks amid the water,
its sharp edges press in hard,
cuts through thickness,
seals out weakness,
in hopes it will
leave a scar.
i want not to
feel allured
into this damp
and devilish place.
do something Lord,
i'm crying out,
just let me see
your face.
Recent Studies in Oil
8 years ago
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