On the day that I leave
6 months from now
I will say to you
You saved me from insanity
For the last 8 months
You were my sunlight
The bright light at the end of the tunnel
You kept me sane in my darkest days
You were the sweetest moments peace of sacred love and being
A sacred temple in my heart
And on that bittersweet day in June
I swore to keep you safe from the ugliness of my heart
I swore to shelter you from the darkness of my world
The darkest part of my soul
My desperation and self harm
Aggression and anger
I swear to bear the grunt of this sad girl
And on this bittersweet day in June
I vow to feed you from the sweetest part of my heart
Smiles and gentle peaceful songs
For bearing the brunt of this sad girl
For tearing away the layers
Returning me to sweet innocence
Laughter joys of childhood
For sharing the flowers of this world
Friday, June 04, 2010
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