Watching hills roam
While my thoughts do the same
There's a gentle arm about my back
I never thought we would change
Caught by a cornea's
Shackling stare
Peer through the rim
Between blurry and clear
It's the only way
To shred these strings
That smile was fake
It told me it's self
But the flower in that hair
Makes me thankful for grace
Songs from the heart
Were afraid to come out
Now joy is their freedom
Despite all the pain
Pause...
Please...
Teach me how to endure
Love...
Weave...
I want no other pattern but yours
You sit close and parallel
Pages apart
From threefold confusion
Confounding your heart
She's in the corner
Making desperate rhymes
I would sit down beside her
And finish her lines
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:56 AM UTC
Watching hills roam
While my thoughts do the same
There's a gentle arm about my back
I never thought we would change
Caught by a cornea's
Shackling stare
Peer through the rim
Between blurry and clear
It's the only way
To shred these strings
That smile was fake
It told me it's self
But the flower in that hair
Makes me thankful for grace
Songs from the heart
Were afraid to come out
Now joy is their freedom
Despite all the pain
Pause...
Please...
Teach me how to endure
Love...
Weave...
I want no other pattern but yours
You sit close and parallel
Pages apart
From threefold confusion
Confounding your heart
She's in the corner
Making desperate rhymes
I would sit down beside her
And finish her lines
March 14, 2014
