beacons of thunder,
glow of a kindled lantern
small embers that whisper,
but clap like god shot a gun
shimmering in that darkness
of disconsolation and remorse
a diamond of its own
a soul looking for a love to call their home
and my heart still glows
bright like the lights that leads me off cliffs
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
beacons of thunder,
glow of a kindled lantern
small embers that whisper,
but clap like god shot a gun
shimmering in that darkness
of disconsolation and remorse
a diamond of its own
a soul looking for a love to call their home
and my heart still glows
bright like the lights that leads me off cliffs
