So the distant sound of torn words,
Shouting, play fights, screaming out of love.
What must I do for you?
Flowers busy alongside trees.
Not talking between them they hush as we mingle.
The years gone like instant seconds,
Virtual friends around to hold company.
Now this solo journey of mine but behold not so solo as I talk to secondary.
But I want you as my primary,
My sharp aim to destroy hate factors.
To withold and withdraw for enemies to come.
My dream to resonate with you and those in your circle.
Monthly dreams occur so I tread slowly.
But let me bottle your long tears and lock up your pain.
