Have heaven now **** me
Prior glimmering in its shade
Where every fear then not conclude
The stolen voices that she gave
To me on the wings and shoulders
Loosely agitated fogs
To collapse a mist of my see-throughence
Scaring blind hands reaching for love
Maybe in a whisper
Maybe in a wondering soul
Have darkness now judge me
After light has grown me old
Where often so still comes the protrusion
Of empty words from so long ago
Along the way I've been dismantled
Now heaven lifts it's mighty blade
While wishing only to've heard the faintest
Sound of love so beautifully unfrayed
Maybe in a whisper
Maybe in a wondering soul
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC
Have heaven now **** me
Prior glimmering in its shade
Where every fear then not conclude
The stolen voices that she gave
To me on the wings and shoulders
Loosely agitated fogs
To collapse a mist of my see-throughence
Scaring blind hands reaching for love
Maybe in a whisper
Maybe in a wondering soul
Have darkness now judge me
After light has grown me old
Where often so still comes the protrusion
Of empty words from so long ago
Along the way I've been dismantled
Now heaven lifts it's mighty blade
While wishing only to've heard the faintest
Sound of love so beautifully unfrayed
Maybe in a whisper
Maybe in a wondering soul
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