Living with An Open Heart

An open wound
In the hands of others
Drink from this fountain of pure love

That pains me and gives me faith,
And nourishes you whom have lost all feeling:
The mechanical mess,
made not with music
But with metal want.

Years of invasion, aggravation,
Turn love into Murky waters
Like a weary eye
The lid shuts.
Love falls asleep.

 

 

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