Every Page That I’ve Turned

Writing this as I’m supposedly sober

The asphalt of my heart

Contains these eternal gold flecks of October

Shining as natural art

On pavement thy feet trampled over

In the universal panacea of my shadows deep

Where I dream of a rested soul with no sleep

Scribbling a few precepts that I’ve learned

And loving you every page that I’ve turned

I’d die for you, that’s the easy part

But oh to live for you, through and through

Turns out, I can do that as well too

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It’s from الله