settled as a place I can live.
crossing the rubicon, so irreversible
my heart was sewn with crooked stitches
then with you love torn apart
so deep I don't have the words
to satisfy the healing I crave
the world that cradled me before
so innocently veiling false wisdom
that it never truly held
nothing of this illusion matters
or takes a true visible form.
Hosea 6:1-3
2*10*08
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