“Hunched over in love”

i see you my son 

hunched over in love, 

the frailty of your heart

pulling you from yourself, apart

a common trope of sorts, 

I know the pain hurts

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creasing the memories of time well spent 

so you'll never forget, the times you two lent

i know it hurts you son, i've felt this too before

heartache shakes men like you & i, to our core

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your brothers tread the waters of love shallow 

they protect their heart, so it does not turn hollow 

but my son, the emptiness of a drum is what gives it its ring

and the holes of a flute are what gives it its tune 

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this pain is glorious & privileged

but like time, you only rent suffrage

a new feeling will take its place

a new soul in your life

will bring you to a new space

some never allow themselves into this land

or vow to never give themselves that chance

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i promise,

you will find the others

the ones who pluck the 

same strings of your heart guitar 

get up, and stand tall

i promise, they aren't far 

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you ask God if your heart is built for this world

and of course it's not, but whose heart is?

 all is fair in love and war

but with casualties in those both

they stand far from pure 

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 i tell you

there are no fish in this sea

 that do not get caught 

no waves hitting the shore

 that do not get stopped 

so i look at you my son, 

hunched over in love 

wondering if you’re enough 

but of course you are. 

-cr