let go of the blue
constantly hidden and true
there are too many hills
left to climb
leave all the windmills
behind
let go of the guilt
that your heart is too big
I know it sees too
I'm just a guest visiting
borrowing
your smile just like glue
(mending wings
and severed strings
petal and root)
let go of wet salt
it cannot be your fault
that you shelter our hopes
we come mere vessels
weak and effervescent;
we leave complete with a soul
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
let go of the blue
constantly hidden and true
there are too many hills
left to climb
leave all the windmills
behind
let go of the guilt
that your heart is too big
I know it sees too
I'm just a guest visiting
borrowing
your smile just like glue
(mending wings
and severed strings
petal and root)
let go of wet salt
it cannot be your fault
that you shelter our hopes
we come mere vessels
weak and effervescent;
we leave complete with a soul