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Comfort
I want comfort.
So your word,
I distort.
I tell myself lies,
Because no one hears my cries.
I try to fix the unfix-able,
To change the unchangeable.
To add to you is to deny your power.
Your goodness is like a beautiful flower.
To add is to lie. I ask for your forgiveness… and I cry.
So your word,
I distort.
I tell myself lies,
Because no one hears my cries.
I try to fix the unfix-able,
To change the unchangeable.
To add to you is to deny your power.
Your goodness is like a beautiful flower.
To add is to lie. I ask for your forgiveness… and I cry.
Published 23rd Aug 2012
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Anonymous
23rd Oct 2012 9:39am
Good poem in concept, length and flow.
