May some dreams perish
For new ones to take shape
From the Ashes of the ones that we buried
In hope of better tomorrows.
Death is the only guarantee
To new life.
Kill me...every time you need
To be born again.
Come Let us slice into each other With fine surgical precision You slash me here I slash you there And then When the storm is done I will patch you up And you tuck me up You bring the bucket I the mop the blood And together we will cleanse Our ancient hurts Our guilts And our fears Until we start again And over a cup of coffee You tell me My dear Just how much you love me And I shall tell you Just how much I love you.
I'm trying to get my mind around the idea in this poem.
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