When I die again
I shall remain in words
That bleed and in some
Seeds around that garden
Over there in the middle
Of nowhere.
When I live again
I shall explain this pain
Tearing me apart,
This knife in my heart…
And if I couldn’t make
Myself understood, find
The answers hidden
In my blood.
I shall remain in words
That bleed and in some
Seeds around that garden
Over there in the middle
Of nowhere.
When I live again
I shall explain this pain
Tearing me apart,
This knife in my heart…
And if I couldn’t make
Myself understood, find
The answers hidden
In my blood.
Karla Bardanza
All at one time or another have pain in their heart. Must live through it to get to the other side. Very expressive. tc
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