Monday, February 24, 2014
the heat of you
There is rot in my gut
hate in my brain
there is the cold at the window
and the heat of you
waiting for me
we are all made of base things:
chemicals, DNA, bits of this and that
sown together
we walk and talk and act
somewhat human
what is it
amongst this mess we live in
that makes it worthwhile
there will always be pain
there will always be war
there won't always be you
or me, for that matter
these days are made for us
they dwindle, like everything created
these nights we burn through
in hope of more and better
but we all know
there is nothing better
the cold is here tonight
but tomorrow is burning through
with all the colors of love and trust
and faith
for the weak among us.
Labels:
cold,
four black shoes,
love letters,
lyrics,
poem,
poetry,
random acts of violence,
song,
suicide notes,
the heat of you,
winter
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