Let all
Cruelties die,
And from their
Corpses will
Bloom a new
Kindness.
Let all
Cruelties die,
And from their
Corpses will
Bloom a new
Kindness.
Please
Pardon the
Stars inside me,
They can’t help
But burn.
Be gentle
In a world
That is
Everything
But.
Like the moon,
In my darkness
I am simply
Waiting to be
Born again.
They wouldn’t
Tell you
To smile more
If they knew
What it
Costs.
He had the
Audacity to be
Shrapnel,
But he couldn’t
Leave a scar.
Tell the violence
Of the violets
That I know
How it feels
To scream
Silently.
If you stay still
It wont hurt,
But you won’t
Heal.
The stars
Show us
The light
We emanate
Will keep traveling
Long after
We’re gone.