I wouldn't ask but my knowledge,
a soloist most distrust,
a love being wasted
for lies of lust's disgust,
soul damages haunting
bruises deepened heart's dwell
holling out life's left functions
a selling lost in hell.

I must be the creditor
giving all where it is due
a pleasing plus nobility
praise memories a soloist you.
a confession I have taken
a waste of that love
fear of what was before,
a fear of what is to come
a asking not for justice,
but a mending of a soul
a slowing of this peaceful place,
for a roaming caring love,
cease fear now love take courage
be of me not afraid.
slow to love a soloist love
in loving you is brave.


taflt
01/08/21

© "Cloud