Stone And Grain Poem by Perfectly Flawed

Yearning so deep for a love
Hiding in a secret abyss
That lies behind the sinew
behind pulses in your chest;
Through all the doubt and languish
Agianst the the wind and snow
Wether you feel my hands
pressed against your soul
is all i need to know;
The tears are real
the smile is not
secrets hidden bedind your eyes
I dare not try to confront them
I dare not speak of the lies;
My internal disease carried by plague
Is nothing compared to your pain
I am filth i am feeble
You are stone and
i am grain