You had a grieving grasp on my guilty conscience
God, how I long for you
Like the winter wanes and waxes full of sorrow for
A new summer, something to end the cold
Something to bring the life
You- A fountain from which flowered a fragrant flaw
You- A cry of carelessness etched on carefully
You- Perfection pieced from broken fragments
You
Mine
How I'd love to find you with me and me with you and us as one
But I'm not up
To the task yet
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
You had a grieving grasp on my guilty conscience
God, how I long for you
Like the winter wanes and waxes full of sorrow for
A new summer, something to end the cold
Something to bring the life
You- A fountain from which flowered a fragrant flaw
You- A cry of carelessness etched on carefully
You- Perfection pieced from broken fragments
You
Mine
How I'd love to find you with me and me with you and us as one
But I'm not up
To the task yet
