Your Poetry Dot Com - Carrying the stones of her heart

make the world soft as clay
so i can play and be the doors
nothing is black if you stay awake
please don't take what can't be yours

i made a painting of the day
i'll not stay to create the grey
think of a world not made of stone
i'm not alone if i can play

i know this girl who's always home
she's never alone but time is fleeting
i could carry the stones of her heart
if it wasn't hard to stop the bleeding

in the trees i walk with plates
talking hates to be left unsaid
so i smiled for a moment's time
my life's crime is love that's dead

no sense maybe, but i'm cold gravy
so save me for some crispy fries
one more rhyme with a side of smiles
life's of miles and a trail of eyes...

dw

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