We’re not all whole, our lives stretch uncontrolled,
Not by forces we know or can pchange,
We’ll shuffle our decks try to rearrange;
But, the weight of our burdens are sins untold.
Perhaps, life traps us; we’re always out-sold.
Pain tears, love’s truth, my face in your hands,
Beaming eyes, loving me broken and damned.
Endeared to my loneliness, pain rife –grave.
Life isn’t love poems, no ballads of song;
Only together we heal scars, live on.
I’m tucked in your eyes, we’re lonely as one,
You’re tucked in my arms, we’re lonely souls wrung.
We’re jagged dark lines become wholesome, sweet,
We’re finding our pieces; somehow complete.
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