I am in need of a melody to flow
Over my fretful heart wrenched of thirst
Over my bitter head tainted with love
Flow with a soothing slow melody
swaying to the heed of broken souls
Of songs sung to lull the angels
And cool the reverb in my head
An as the quiver of the echo plays on, wait!

There is a dead end to some lull:
A spell cast on bitter hatred and truth
A heart foreboding it’s own call
To the end that is nigh and high,
And floats on the green coat for sure,
Held forever by peace on a junk love.

 

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