The Rings Spreading Into The Wood

 

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The rings spreading into the wood
A permanent scar within the grain
Memories drip down the side of the glass
Time passed; no longer identify the pain
For that’s not who we ever want to be
Watching the results, the answers disintegrate
Take my hand, forever love my flawed being
Together we’ll protect, no need to self-medicate
We can exist just as we were meant to be
Fear, hate, envy; we don’t want any of those
But rather to be a survivable type of love
I hope we can be honest, happy & fully exposed

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A Lady Upon The Figurehead

A  lady upon the figurehead
Standing proud in the breeze
Calling to the Sirens & wenches
Knowing the truth of these seas
Her beauty remaining firm & intact
The ship around her orange with rust
The sailors with splinters in their palms
For she has a wooden bust