Book&Prayer

All day long I count the crosses
Upon which once upon a time
You earned the right to
Nail your sins,
Like a tempest Heaven tosses
Into your soul while quoting rhyme
Something spins,
Out of control up there
In your hair somewhere
Out of range
Time to change
Book&Prayer



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Written on 2014-07-08 at 21:58

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I get a scenario of a person having given as many chances as they could to someone who in the end burned bridges, so to speak. I'm probably way off there, I know :) But it still gave an interesting effect & thoughts the way you wrote this one.
2014-07-10