I need a place to burry my dirt

But would you stay if maybe,

If maybe I buried it within your heart?

I’m the kind of man that keeps falling

Collecting scars invisible to the eye.

Yet my heart’s still longing and calling.

I’ve done things in the absence of light

Created permanent silhouettes in my soul

So would you stay if my star wasn’t as bright?

Would you stay if I told you my darkest nights?


Published by Solomon

I write to get a better understanding of the world, why we feel the way we feel and how we can channel our emotions to achieve greater stories

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