Bumps in the Road

19 Nov

By Sarah Ward, Elektraphrog Editor

Essence of hope in my soul
Rubs off on your weary eyes;
Lies that you listen to
Taunt and breed rich jealousy
Open the shackles restraining my truth:
I long for your heartbeat on my pillow.
Breathe silence into my ears.
Curse hindrances and the beast of salacity.
Demolish the end.
Grasp tightly
And we can travel together.

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