I have written to the heart in you
Re-wrote it several times
Read it to you while you were sleeping
In whisper, free-form, without rhymes
I have spoken to the silence
That you put under your pillow
The easy dreams of zero heartbreak
In a world of such little gains
I have decided to honestly gift you
Entire poems to remember pain
Itโs all backwards since we became artists
At the center of my life, I Forget my own names
I have written to the soul for you
Our soul, the one soul, the truth cannot stop
Just because one voice dies
Our manner of speaking changes
With the times, Iโm sick of saying
The same thing, reading the same poem
Thereโs nobody as sick of themselves as me
Because I wanted an end to language
I become sick of duality
So I have written to the spirit in thee
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