For The Duress

Sing me a song love,
I am vacant of sound.
Blind also I can’t see
thin ice break down.  

Life is toxic to me and
cruel words make rot.
So I think of her voice,
it will never be forgot.

I need acute vision
to spot all of a duress.
She clears all the haze
I cogent can address.

She gave me my hope
inside all my despair
at the right time too;
I’m almost beyond repair.

Her furnace heart it is
filling an empty house.
I tend to be a cold breeze
now I a warmth espouse.


” I Love Her” – Kurt Cobain

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