These dreams that find you
Are echoes of my heart
But we are not what we were,
Romeo beneath my window.
Once your words brought me
Bright flaming from that window
The fire has burned too consuming.
My flesh a black ash of mourning
For what can never be again.
You are always just out or reach
Just beyond my love
Slightly off center of my crazy heart.
I long for you unbearable ache
like a child
Holding two broken pieces of my heart
Palms up to God begging him to fix them.
Scars no one can see, a road map
Of a journey that found my quest
Sleeping or not sleeping beside another
With me in his dreams and I
In another's uncomfortable bed.
What hope is there for poor sinners
For passion or love
But that of fate or destiny
To send us where we should be
And Grace to accept that fate.
I was never known for Grace.
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