we're all in bits and pieces now our spirits broken in to thousand parts spread upon an endless sky ready to burst the day we day air and thought, slindering slowly long a dreadfull path of decision and awareness the soulfull cheat degrees my words softly spoken yet unheard oh my dearest of loves, do not depart the comfort is soft and the truth is hard but i knew you from the start and your choice it comes and goes, like bullets in the night over dread and sorrow, rain and storm holds me lightly carve my bones the name that holds a million homes the warmth's inside, the storm out loud and though it's all been shattered, some gather sickly dogmatised by order they shape in silence hiding from brokenness, maiming in sight the sky it is breaking the night's approucing loud
I don't know if you mind anyone judging your poems, but I really liked yours. It blew me away. such writing skills you have! Very nice job. But can I ask you what it means to you? I know a poet's purpose for their work is sometimes quite sensitive, so if you'd rather not share, I understand.
