Hearts pulsate burden,
Mouths left out soft sighs.
End up running to you,
You alone let me paint dark skies.

Longing to get real,
See through this blurry seal,
But tears keep flooding,
Hearts keep hurting.

What are you made of?
Cellular sanctuary.
How could you let me faint and rise,
While you watch me type this grays?


© E. Godsgift Joe