an oxymoronic

and yes

there are no premeditated words

no thought out

thoughts

to occupy this page

and yet i feel

and yet i know

i must write

because i feel.

and as my heart

through this heartbreak

comes back to life

no wonder it was dead for so long

and yet i mourn that i let it die

because there is beauty in the pain. there is beauty in the pain. there is beauty in the pain…

and a song erodes from this.