Poem -

Churchyard wall...

You had your army behind that curtain you would pull down and the reason you'd hide was tasted on your lips 
When I got older I opened up and listened for that sound and you treated my heart with a one time fix
As a barrier it was keeping us apart like the skies were broken and light was never to appear 
It wasn't your fault nor was it mine we both had breath in our lungs and we said what we wanted to hear 

I've seen all the faces 
But never no angels 
Time was never wasted 
I'd love our conversations
Through the churchyard wall
Through the churchyard wall

Like a prison I was holding the bars with many thoughts of a fresh start 
With you looking on with frozen eyes healing my wounds and scars 
The mist of my life warming your left cheek as we touched hands between the cold fence 
The words whispered sent shivers down my body as if all the weight of the world had just went
Through the churchyard wall 
Through the churchyard wall 

And in the dark night when the stars is our hope and that there's a world of love and hate just think you're on the right side of that black painted gate 
For now...

I see more beautiful faces 
And I see more loving angels 
Time spent was never wasted 
I still love our conversations
Through the churchyard wall
Through the churchyard wall
Through the churchyard wall... x 

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