letters to the lost will cost you
a static penning of redemption that will bleed through
burning hearts with mistakes tattooed
kneeling at fleeting memory of solitude
oh, the chorus of the choir
the only trial that leads to fire
pure ode, hands lifted higher
reaching up for a burdened desire
longing for a place of synergy
a butterfly's wing sends us to misery
as we proclaim omittance of history
born is the folly of an admired masterpiece
oh, the sins they grow higher
where you can only find redemption in the choir
pure ode, hands lifter higher
reaching up for a burdened desire
tall arches lead to glory
homes of the saints
first steps of the ones not born to be
oh, the feet of the choir
fall prey to nature's desire
raise a chorus, heal us of prior
the ridding of selfish desires
About the Creator
venice
i still write, you still inspire
based in toronto
*keep an eye out for poet's notes: the story behind the poem*
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