Stained Glass

Our eyes meet 

Our hands 

Touch cold panels 

Stained glass

 

Dividing us

Our present life

Our broken dreams

Our distant past

 

Our souls locked

Tear drops

Pour down

No relief

 

No sanity

I watch

You fall

Upon your knees
 

Time stops 

Air stills

Breath fogs

Silence rings

 

I look at you 

Through stained glass

And all I see 

Is me.

🌷 (3)

◄ Alive

Brave Soul ►

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