Revelation, Resolution
You.
You're the one who cut this, this hole in my head,
To which, created a space in our- my- bed.
You.
You were the night time fears, and once morning came
It became clear;
You are my head,
You are my heart.
Looking back, I remember never seeing that light- that 'sparkle'- in your
Blue, blue eyes.
You.
You wanted it to end. To make a resolution, but at the time,
It wasn't a conversation I could have that night.
Blinded by daylight, I couldn't see our kingdom come falling from it's foundations, but I knew-
Believe me, I knew- about the revlation in the light of day.
Until night crept up it's way
to your heart and mine.
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