So hide my hunger,
and my fear-
deep within your wake I will bury myself
That which was once a heart
it can no longer break
Do my words sound as sour as they taste?
Oh be still for now,
you are so young you do not know,
what is coming..
this night, it too, will pass you by
and you will be aged at seventy five
wondering why you had wasted your precious time
picking petals off roses
and waiting for a sign
god will not speak to those who only cry
your sorrow,
your self loathing comes at a price
so lay your head in this lap
close your eyes
you and I both know,
this too will pass
you can not be the one to mend a wound
from anothers past,
and
I hate to see how it is killing you,
the harder you try.