all of the things you brought out of me
shouldn't have left their first home
a stone that was buried under the sea
floats to the surface - atoned
every confession rolls like a wave
crashing itself into veins
of bodies inside the watery cave
shallowly rendering stains
trade me your drink, i'll pass you my wine
sip what you can and let go
the chalice will break and bind you the time
needed to capture the flow
hold out your hands and see what they caught
diluted versions of me
which of us found what they had sought
which of us lost reality
Nov 9, 2012
Nov 9, 2012 at 3:58 PM UTC
all of the things you brought out of me
shouldn't have left their first home
a stone that was buried under the sea
floats to the surface - atoned
every confession rolls like a wave
crashing itself into veins
of bodies inside the watery cave
shallowly rendering stains
trade me your drink, i'll pass you my wine
sip what you can and let go
the chalice will break and bind you the time
needed to capture the flow
hold out your hands and see what they caught
diluted versions of me
which of us found what they had sought
which of us lost reality
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