I've met that point in my life.. Want came to need.. Burn these fields of corn, that surround.. My harvest gone at the price of maturity.. But these remains I've left to rot will be resurrected again and again.
I've met that point in my life, want came to need. Burn these fields of corn that surround. My harvest gone at the price of maturity. . But these remains I've left to rot.
The embodiment of innocence stripped from her own territory. America's child has passed so close to freedom. Now closest with her maker. The ten lifetimes of terror were experienced by this frail body.
Desperation, you've tempted me on. Too many times for me to. Turn my back on you again. I lust for your gift to ease the pain. For us all. . Accept the fact that their death.
So shallow, not even an infant. Could drown within this compassion. But I feel as if I've drowned just the same. But rather from my ignorance. That unconditional love might exist.
What makes you think. You deserve the sediment of my truth?. You should expect me to be so honest. I owe you nothing, no blue prints for growth. I can barely begin to tackle myself.
A salty fist in my chest please no explanation. It's your time to be angry now. Could I possibly be so selfish as to take that away?. To compare myself.