When Love Cringes
When Love cringes
At the words uttered
Or written in a text
In a message
Meant to put the finger
On the wound
On the slashed ripped skin
Of the heart
When Love cringes
At the words uttered
Or written in a text
In a message
Meant to put the finger
On the wound
On the slashed ripped skin
Of the heart
Can I peek at you
Through the branches
Of solitude?
Can time and space
Finally melt
Between us?
Can I be any different?
Can I be otherwise?
They say… They say… They say… They say… They say… They say… They say…
Tired
Of
These
Voices
The call to stand
Stronger than life itself
To reach for the sun
True to its nature
Of growing erect
Even while embracing
Other limbs
Dare
And in your daring
Never think twice to jump
Catch the wind
Under your wings
No matter what
Voices and souls
Lift you up
Like a feather