Literary Page: How best to live
I sing you hard songs;
you offer me a rose
made of metal
I have sculpted
my own breath;
you have designed
A heart made of stone:
all emblems to the
sentimental side
Of a life as I plead
understanding, and
now make sacrifices
Wondering how much
more there is to give
as the anthems cause
Cracks at the sides—
we heal best with
our bones and flesh