Etched in your memory, only a fragmentation,
Visualise you with shut eyes, paint you with my imagination,
I cannot seem to find the correct calculation,
However, I still find peace believing in this stupid equation.
Faith = Words + Action
My heart strings you strum,
My veins, circulate blood to the beat of your drum,
Drained of my innocence, I feel numb,
However, I still find peace believing in this stupid sum.
Faith = Words + Action
Blue really is the warmest colour,
Like a symphony orchestra,
Puppeteer my emotions as if you were a conductor,
However, I still find peace believing in this stupid formula.
Faith = Words + Action
I will love you till the rivers run dry,
An endless supply,
A flood of the tears I cry,
However, I still find peace believing in this stupid lie.
Faith = Words + Action
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The Blurred Lines of Love
PoetryThese words poured out of my being just as difficultly as the third bottle of distilled molasses. It's scorching intensity which lingered within the oesophagus melted even the block of ice residing not in the tumbler but that of the heart. What rem...
