Church

poem by: Braverman Waltz
Written on Nov 18, 2016

My reaching is crooked my standing flawed this connection distorted and I am awake again I have no words here for this screaming these thoughts are all but borrowed and my thumb on key board grey is all I have for you teach me to talk in silence cause my ears to see what my eyes have not seen guide my direction so this body can become your friend hold me up against the laughter leave me not for a day but turn me around to face the sun keep me cool beneath the tallest tower follow me to it's sound stop me from falling up I forget which floor to get off on sing to me the feathers of my nature word this sentence I know I'm yours my name says so my reaching is crooked my standing flawed and I am again cemented by your side.

 

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