Chambers of uneasy hearts cased in stained glass
you must understand I prayed to become a better man
worthy of devotion, affection and ease of mind
to serenate locked in arms with yours truly
in the matter that easily belongs to the past, to the fading stars
locking horns with words my lips conceal
the mere suggestion of farewells and goodbyes little girl
are timely lies we could had told our children
in due time hurt can dilute the truth in a fare dosage
one that is sweet like poison, like her touch resting in my head
on that night, by the beach, under a Buda's statue and a shooting star
the panic, the confusion of thunderous realization of whatever else
one could try, anew more less no I don't know fuck
the wall grown to soften the blows and now treads a motherly touch
warm, firm, strong, welcoming, silent and enduring
it rejects not my anguish and violence and for that I am grateful
it is awkward
my compassion nurtured rightfully so
pity the mirror is broken still
petty, I just won't let that scab alone
I tremble for one day too I will discard this friends
without goodbyes have no doubt
trapped in this shell that unfolds backwards
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