separate the beautiful
from the simple
But the simple was always
The most beautiful.
Write, servant.
Write my story.
Tear the frames apart
To where I am a warrior
To where my heart is true.
I only write truth,
Layers of halves
I still write,
Attempting still to keep
The sun from going down:
When I will tell him,
I am sorry.
I am sorry for the truth.
