silent falsetto,
the sound of everything lives
i let myself sink into the music
a light maybe,
a thing to believe in
a way to find God.
late night drives, crappy motels
cold pizza, heaven
a name we call ourselves,
the taste of sin leaks from your lips to mine and
i ask for forgiveness.
your love is not mine to absorb
It isn't mine to collect in a jar of my excavated heart.
but i fill in you in my void,
somedays love me
somedays don't !!
my soul has been taught to be half-loved.
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