Three words: I hurt too
Echoing through the halls
Of her bleeding heart's home
No words come.
As pain seeps into earthen thoughts
That won't ever be forgot
Carving into every corner
Of our layers of memory
We make a mark that stains
Changed yet cherished
Broken yet blessed
Paralyzed while moving forward
It hurts because we love
There is something missing
And that is you, me, us
It hurts when truth is locked
There is pain when the heart
Knows better but we turn the other way
My home hurts
Echoing my own thoughts
I hurt too.
"We make a mark that stains." Beautiful line.
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