In this tune
I sing
I scream
Mispronounced vowels
from bitter lips
Words sunken deep
beneath the earth
to never sprout
with roots forming sentences
watered and enriched
But these lyrical phrases
are seeping through broken breath
entangling stuttered beats
on my vocal box
And I see your expressions
dancing in the air
But when you part your lips
to speak like the Red Sea
showing the Israelites God's sovereignty
the overabundance of the waters
within your eyes collecting puddles
in the pockets always has the strength
to drown me underneath its (glory)
We can't be two birds
singing of love and death
from beaks rustling feathers
in the breeze carrying each
other pangs of sorrow
That tune becoming
our eulogy
This story we've written on stone
bears witness and is reminiscent
on the hold I'm struggling to break
But that stone heavy like sorrow
upon the earth chocking the roots
hold the memories our swollen
bleeding hearts sing so effortlessly
And if it was up to me
those words never spoken
would never break free
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