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Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
Wrapped up in your
Unending comfort
I woke to the
Sound of loving laughter
Surrounding my
Head like music
Of the trees
Thank you
For loving me
I will bear
Witness
To your grace
I will shelter
You from
Your storming
Rage
Let these
Words be
a promise
Let this
Fragile heart
Be an offering
Take me away
Freedom waits
Love is more
than just
a gentle embrace
Love is everything
We were made
To be
Sleep sweet
Under the stars
Filling your wild dreams
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
I want to learn how to smile in another language.
I want to burn but feel no anguish.
I'm so sorry for all those words I never said.
I'm so sorry I wrote all those love songs in my head.
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
Wander through the deep
Bark hung thick in mossy greens
Tread so lightly through fallen leaves
Still he cannot find what he seeks
Silent between the eldest trees
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
Every heartbeat is an endless defeat
A ribcage jukebox stuck on repeat
Slow on sleep and heavy in high heat
Fever pleads to end the beat
Suffer a sudden death alone in the street
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
When I go out to those crowded nightclubs
I drink far too much
Dance too little
I watch the gentry dance
They spin and pulsate
Like stars through lonely skies
Unaware of my jealousy
Cursing my lack of jubilation
They revolve and shine
Unaware that they are my personal
Constellations
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
There's a war in the 2 A.M.
And I am not okay
I live divided between
the stars and the love beneath
I can't breathe in light
No, I can't breathe tonight

Am I falling down?
All the stars littered about
And I am not afraid to die
In the garden of the sky

Push it down
Swallow that startled sound
I'll be okay, it's true
Yeah, I'll be okay
If that's okay with you

But I can't breathe right now
No, I'm not breathing now
And the lights are spinning around
And around over my eyes, baby blue
Now...

Am I falling down?
All the stars littered about
And I am not afraid to die
In the garden of the sky


Tonight, tonight I am
Lost in this forlorn 2 A.M.
Spenser Bennett Feb 2016
It's sunny in the snow blown meadow of the poor man's soul.
Even when it's cold the sun still glows.
Too bright. Foolish enough to still be bold.
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