Fall

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I love the silence forsaking
All but a heart so honestly breaking
And I would give anything
To replace the empty you’re endlessly taking

Just for a very little while
We close our eyes like a praying child
And I close them again
As you walk out in such faithless denial

Stay, just stay awake
Dreaming between a breath and a mistake
I do want to try this time
As I cross my child’s heart hope to break

If this is where you fall
I trace a prayer in each footstep you crawl
Love is not running out
Just falling with rain you never saw at all

Please give me your attention
Before losing the best of a beautiful intention
And I just want to believe
Sincerity won’t end in this cruel pretension

Nothing erases a miracle
Save confessions of the desperately cynical
A little child’s singing
Of mercy we’ll find in the hearts half-full

Again I’ll close my eyes
And wait for fallen integrity to up and rise
Watch you shut the door
While I count nine minutes more for sunrise

I’ll be any kind of brave
To be with you when world comes to cave
One step closer
To shattered redemption we’ll lose to save

I love the silence fading
And how I miss the words you’re shading
We hold by heartbeats
To breathe for truth too precious for trading




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I love this poem and the way you rhymed the lines and made the whole thing flow! Wonderful! Keep writing!
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OK, I honestly LOVE this poem! I can really relate to the idea behind it! I've only got one criticism which is I think you use the word 'child' too much, you used it three times I think, and I just feel that it might be better to try a different word? Hope I've been able to help you!
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