may my shoulder
be your place
to lose your tears.
avp
may my shoulder
be your place
to lose your tears.
avp
shackled up under a floor of memories,
in chains cut and broken
teardrops filled his hands.
avp
born with a broken heart,
hollow thoughts crowd his mind
like a choir of burnt out candles
forgotten
in the middle of nowhere.
avp
my arms
are the threads that
hold you together
avp
he painted red on fractured walls
to hide the stains
that live in him.
avp
tangled up in an old lovers shirt,
he fell to the ground
and buried his abandoned heart.
avp
feeling his sin
and lost in chaos running his instincts,
he didn’t know the quality of mercy
that illuminated his darker spaces.
avp
he painted all the time
so not to notice
he was falling with wings.
avp
sitting broken in her chair,
she held her heart close like a deck of cards
trying to stitch together its tattered gaps
with kings and queens from solitaire.
avp
bring me a dream
where i am your shield
and my heart
is your masterpiece.
avp