A TRUCE

 

a fragile heart broken beyond repair 

terrible lies told for a mind to despair 

words are sharper than knives innit 

you won’t know until you’re already in it 

our grievances are born from pain 

when you harbor many pain, your sanity drains 

a subtle word can reassure a suicidal heart 

love needs to be seen clearly like a levitating kite 

a broken vase holds no value 

no one knows tomorrow, none has clue 

a truce is a truce, either with pain or death 

sickness or health, poverty or wealth

to cast the first stone has a proverbial repercussion

our heart is dark, maximum condemnation 

we don’t deserve this thing called breath 

an already balanced equation, our life is for rent 

show me a madman, then I’ll tell you that is a king 

he rules his own universe with a promised ring 

you both see yourselves and chorus “madman”

I pity you, he’s saner than you lad 

freedom from mental slavery is key

we are all fighting our mental battles low-key

show me nothing but a proud virgin 

I will love to write an epitaph for her or sing an elegy 

@talk2leigh

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6:01am

28 May 2025