Wednesday, 20 September 2023

joy

If joy was treason
I would bleed smiles to silence
If joy was you
I would fall like forever rain
If joy was only me
It would still be windows
But its you
And your ears
That hear me out
Your lips 
Chef for my soul,
That has lifted me above loneliness,
For memories hug my mind,
And lets it be near the fireplace

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