Struggling recklessly to move the right way
the most painful thing he could refuse to say
fighting the same undiscussed battle
from 5 feet away and in iron shackles
seeing everything inside of you in the still fresh moonlight
she can't understand why they didn't really fight...
still afraid of the truth she would never deny
she longs for the nights he begged her to try
mistakes were not made,
lessons were learned
your beautiful words are quickly disturbed
trying to so hard sometimes to remain part of this Earth
the spark that still lingers so quickly ignites
and our love lights up the entire night sky
In new linens and cloth,
the blood finally stops
humble and weak
she accepts complete defeat
a wise man once told her,
its in the eye of the beholder,
he slightly brushes her hair off
her weighed down shoulders
one weight seems lifted,
...thats hopeful at best...
she waits for the moment
worries put to death
her world seems so awkward
in the panoramic view
misunderstanding the options
shes reminded shes used
emotions, they pour, as one becomes more
holding complete composer to the depths of my core
I refuse to be weak,
*I've seen to much,
don't you see?*
happiness lives in my moments of sleep