A Perfect Mistake

There’s a solitude only the nights know how to embrace
There are memories only the scars have known how to kiss
There’s a portion only the ink has known how to pour
There are secrets only the walls have known how to watch
There are skies only the broken wings have soared
There are words whose impact only the heart knows
There are wounds that the skin has not known how to heal
There’s an echo only silence has known how to keep
There are cries whose tears the eyes cannot bleed
There’s a Serenity only The Prince of Peace can give
And Poems Only I Know How To Write

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