You'll have to drink from my soul
To know for sure
My intentions, my feelings
The distance to my core
Touch me with those lips
For those who did, for sure
Know how far they could see
Standing at my heart's door
Maybe your mind, gets lost in the sight
However sad, it is full of light
The static in my heart, is a bit too loud
You look for a way in, then a way out
For those who did, for sure
Knew that they didn't have to knock
And yet, they threw rocks
Standing at my heart's door
And yet their lips, imprinted on me
The proof that they had the cure
To what was broken, but stayed pure
You'll have to drink from my soul
To know for sure.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 27th, 2024 08:51
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
You are drawing a map to your heart, but I guess they still miss the point. Very well done…
Yeah, in many ways.... thanks for stopping by and your kind words..😊
Powerful work.
Thanks a lot 🙂
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