So You’ve Become
How a man can prove himself different than what his words lead you to believe.
“So You’ve Become“
For all of the moments of tell tale signs
Drinking your words of merry and wine
Placing my heart on your tattered sleeve
Tempting me softly as if you believe
Cradling my need to sense of your love
Turning me into a broken-winged dove
Pacifying a tear from my cheek
Testing a soul you know to be weak
Grasping for me with wide opened hands
Letting me fall into quickening sand
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Kimberly Bock



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