The flowers dressed in blue,
Wear black butterfly fins
Dripping vulnerability on to
A field of of broken chords
Are on the verge of waking up.
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Peach
Tearing bruises off the peach
Until the pit appeared,
In a silence that is never the same twice,
He had to remove to become.
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String
Through the burning grass and
Breaking branches beneath his feet,
The journey of an unfinished soul
Walked sixty-four years on a string.
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Chained
Chained to a dark cloud,
Making a bed on rock bottom,
He chased empty dreams
of wicked butterflies around his head.
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Arrows
From past empty mansions
where worth was carved onto posts
in rooms that make the darkness tremble,
Is where he shot broken arrows
hopelessly at bags of demons
containing the deep fear of letting go.
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Dandelion
With dandelion eyes
he stared into the corner of the sky,
watching free falling dreams
sleep through the sunshine.
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Another
It took another beautifully broken soul
to understand him.
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Alone
He turned off the light
not because he wanted darkness
but because the light had become it.
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Conditional
He fell without a sound
from that family place where
love was never meant to last.
a conditional place that
left him empty
from what they couldn’t give.
love
Something he heard of,
something he’s seen
something he never felt
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Unfinished Souls 