25 March 2012



Everyone gets burned

And write the names they loved

With blackened fingers

Cradle broken dreams

Like the swaddling clothes

Of dead infants

Scars remain

Wounds heal

Those who rise above

May take another chance

Reticence is natural enough

Fear gives us lead feet

Love isn’t for those in two minds

It’s for those who seize it with two hands

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