Alone silent and patient she sits
On a black leather couch
For him to commit
Heart body mind and soul
Forever to qive
But who is the fool
The girl on the perch
With scars of her wars
Her eyes of hazel he searched
For the comfort and peace
He so long deserved
His heart of deep love
Only an artist can give
Forever searching
A present day to live
He lives in the future
Anxiety ridden through and through
Looks into her eyes deep
Soul of blue
He recognised the peace
He so longed for to drown
Finally to rest
So a clue she had found
Lookup there’s a sign
Close your eyes imagine me
There it is
There’s nothing in between
So she’ll sit on her perch
And dream of the oncoming
Wait for his return
She’ll save him with
Her humming
there is no just
there is nothing
but old wounds
that do not heal
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Are these wounds not
Stitchable
Fixable
Healable
Do you not want to
Bathe in the iridescent
Glow of this healer of old wounds ?
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