You sit there
Sails billowing empty wind
Heart tight-lipped
Thinking you share feelings
When it is them
That shackle you
Your eyes betray
Your fingers stab
Gathering my blood
Your mouth chases breath
Exposing pain
You refuse to see
And axing the root that heals
My heart is spent
I place my scarecrow
And while you flaunt black pinions,
I send you to scavange
On someone elses field
This day…
You hurt no more!
Aug 21, 2011
Aug 21, 2011 at 2:26 PM UTC
You sit there
Sails billowing empty wind
Heart tight-lipped
Thinking you share feelings
When it is them
That shackle you
Your eyes betray
Your fingers stab
Gathering my blood
Your mouth chases breath
Exposing pain
You refuse to see
And axing the root that heals
My heart is spent
I place my scarecrow
And while you flaunt black pinions,
I send you to scavange
On someone elses field
This day…
You hurt no more!
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