My Dead Language

You are so much my everywhere

You are so much my everywhere

So much my minds embrace

Defenseless I unfold against the winter

I am no match for the silence

You were a time when

I lived in best intentions

When there was more

To you then me

And I had a profound

Sense of purpose

But now it’s love

In full bloom

Everything you’ve ever wanted

And still can never forget

The kindest story

Of fortunes woes told

What really matters

Is all that matters

What really matters always fits

So what if what really matters

Has nothing to do with you

And everything to do with me

By JBW

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