Apostrophe ‘N

Look at the cities,

they are burning,

look at the souls,

they are burning,

look at the hearts,

they are crying,

look at the hearts,

they are dying.

 

We have a love

that yearns to learn,

about how your skin

would feel on my lips,

about how my fingers

would perfectly fill the spaces in yours,

about how my goodbye

would clutch your feelings.

 

As the cities

prevail burning,

as the souls

prevail burning,

as the heart

prevails crying,

as my heart

prevails dying –

about skin,

about sin,

about you –

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