Feb 14, 2012

This Misunderstanding

It has mistook my feelings
I will pinch thine self anew
In blue slumber, awaits for revealing
In places where there are few

Then it triggers, across the grove
To shout outside a mind in vain
As warm homes shelter many loaves
As voided houses, fireplace the pain

And today, one shall I choose
The one I shall pray upon
Unless my count was misused
The day from which I was born

Be kind to me, pour the empty house
Be sacred to me, as breaking bread
Until my thoughts has rid every louse
Until my misunderstanding is led
 
jhp©2010-2011  

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