I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
mildewed and smoldering. fundamental differing.
pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in
motion
disintegrating as it goes crippling our
communication
the light that fueled our fire then has burned a
hole between us so
we cannot see to reach an end testing our
communication.
I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble
down
no fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't
desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple
topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover
communication.
poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
know the pieces fit, cuz I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our
coveting
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen
our communication
cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any
sense of compassion
between supposed lovers/brothers.
