My Dead Language

Life Remains Untaught

Life remains untaught

Unafraid of consequences

But somehow wary of chance and circumstance

I didn’t need to learn

I already knew

Just enough lessons to know without regretting

You shattered and pieces of you cut me deep

Have you ever wondered
Are you hardly aware

This is my broken heart singing

This is the song that I bear

Wounded & Weak

This is not what I wanted

It’s not the ground that I seek

But If I’ve settled into you

This could be longer than any hopeless wish

And it does not do to dream

So everything I hold, really

Falls apart, ripping at the seams.

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