Breathe


Hope springs like a rare disease to my lovers eyes
Doesn't know if he cuts the trees he can't reach the skies
Will he touch my face again like it's made of gold
Or run like the yearling does when bullets break the cold
Love twists like a rusty nail in the flesh of the young
The fear that you will fall and fail lies frozen in the sun
I just twist in suspended bliss in a whirlpool of time
Perpetuate in your images because hope is blind
So where are you when the sky falls?
You stand in a feild you made of stone
You looked for crucifixion
So choke on fears you chose to own
And I waste my time because hope is blind







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