when skylights crush your lungs
your dearly beloved holds her tongue
you mutter stonehenge philosophies
but your failures come cascading
her light it escapes
but her body it decays
she spills her blood for you
but loving her wounds hurt you
the pain of being too late
while she is hung lifeless above you
you missed the target
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 12:54 AM UTC
when skylights crush your lungs
your dearly beloved holds her tongue
you mutter stonehenge philosophies
but your failures come cascading
her light it escapes
but her body it decays
she spills her blood for you
but loving her wounds hurt you
the pain of being too late
while she is hung lifeless above you
you missed the target
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