MY FLEA.

illia

.WE BECAME THREE,

BUT ONLY IN SILENCE,

BIT BY OUR LOVE,

BIT BY THAT FLEA,

THAT FLEA WAS WITHIN ME,

AND YOU,

OUR BLOOD TANGLED FREE,

WITH PAINS OF PORTRAYED LIVES

LIVES YOU LEAD,

THAT PAINS WITH  MY INDIGNITY

THE TRUTH OF WHAT COULD BE

IS KNOWN.

NOT ONLY TO YOU,

BUT ALSO BY ME

THAT FLEA WAS LIFE,

THAT IS NOW NEVER TO BE,

MY EYES SEE,

MY EARS HEAR,

I SPEAK, NOT FOR YOU

TRUTH ALWAYS OF OUR FLEA,

EGO'S TOO BLIND

TO EXCEPT WHAT WAS,

WHAT WILL ALWAYS BE.

 

EXCEPT MY FORGIVENESS.

I WILL EXCEPT YOUR APOLOGY.

dedicated to you,me and our fleas, with thanks to John 🙈,🙉,🙊,❤ #lovelightlaughter

  • Author: illia (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 17th, 2017 13:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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