speak to me
not in a dead language
in calculated words
I will believe
drying ink
cutting deep
heart and soul in flashes
shook my foundation
speak to me
not in a dead language
veiled pictures
cover the darkest lies
expressions contorting
fall apart in the quiet home
lost in the lights
perfect sequences
signs of love unwanted
hidden beneath the current
lost in the lights
buried encrypted desires
untold stories
hidden away from trusting eyes
I want to be a believer
in the days when serpents reigned
spit from every direction
leaving you empty
I want to hear
I want to feel
I want to be
to hear your voice erupt
to feel my doubts crumble
to be truly loved
I want your words handwritten