Bleed Hope. My heart was strung from feelings
wound from an absent emotion which rang euphonic
distortion of memories i left to drown in tears
of seclusion. I'll scream this pain from my
lungs. We live life as a blank canvas. Your skin
against my skin begins to mend these shards of my
life that had fallen to the floor. And this ink
pen, spills from my heart what I could never say.
And I took this canvas which lay dull and
cracked...and painted an angel with more radiance
than the breath of the sun. More radiance than the
breath of the sun.
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