Desperate benches are lined and glued
hearts sit in empty river bowels
not fed by employment's beggars
we sit and pray with hope
we sit and wish for eternity
each side pulling justice's sleeves
the tug of war of success
crosses the border of heaven
we sit and pitch desperation
we sit and pitch tears
we sit and pitch cruelty
begging the law to lean back
to whisper hope, strings of loss
to make my heavy heart cleaner
to fill my sad heart with color
with music from hope catchers
tinkling, twinkling, sparkling
make my heavy heart flow
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
hearts sit in empty river bowels
not fed by employment's beggars
we sit and pray with hope
we sit and wish for eternity
each side pulling justice's sleeves
the tug of war of success
crosses the border of heaven
we sit and pitch desperation
we sit and pitch tears
we sit and pitch cruelty
begging the law to lean back
to whisper hope, strings of loss
to make my heavy heart cleaner
to fill my sad heart with color
with music from hope catchers
tinkling, twinkling, sparkling
make my heavy heart flow
--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.
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