If there is an hour of coldness in me it is because I have loved because I have confused pain for whimsy because the summer sun can only hide winter for a few months at a time If there is a darkness at my core that singes and vibrates when I think too much it is because her eyes once saw me for the last time because I didn't know then it was the last time I would ever be home If there are burrs that never soften it is because these things that made me made rough cuts and left jagged hopes because I have run barefoot as a man and cut my feet like the child never did because in the end this all will end and I fear the silence
Circumspection
Circumspection
Circumspection
If there is an hour of coldness in me it is because I have loved because I have confused pain for whimsy because the summer sun can only hide winter for a few months at a time If there is a darkness at my core that singes and vibrates when I think too much it is because her eyes once saw me for the last time because I didn't know then it was the last time I would ever be home If there are burrs that never soften it is because these things that made me made rough cuts and left jagged hopes because I have run barefoot as a man and cut my feet like the child never did because in the end this all will end and I fear the silence