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.