Before you dim them, I hope you made it…
Through the dark walls that lit your tunnels… the crack in every word that bled your heart
Past the past that held all your conflicts
I hope the moon rises up to watch you as the sun sets to sleep in your arms while stars gaze at your wonder
I hope your dreams met you at cross roads and parted your ways with old wishes
I hope your smile’s long enough to break cheek bones… so much there’s no hindrance to happiness
I hope you read this… I was running out of ink ,when, you ran through my mind
So I dipped my last, and engraved these words till I could pen no more
I wrote a psalm of love… glad to know your heart was my note pad.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Before you dim them, I hope you made it…
Through the dark walls that lit your tunnels… the crack in every word that bled your heart
Past the past that held all your conflicts
I hope the moon rises up to watch you as the sun sets to sleep in your arms while stars gaze at your wonder
I hope your dreams met you at cross roads and parted your ways with old wishes
I hope your smile’s long enough to break cheek bones… so much there’s no hindrance to happiness
I hope you read this… I was running out of ink ,when, you ran through my mind
So I dipped my last, and engraved these words till I could pen no more
I wrote a psalm of love… glad to know your heart was my note pad.
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