You're an island
that housed beauty many shipments ago
For a drowning soul,
can only be saved by a rush of gold
Treasures of gold, lie hidden bestowed,
Beneath the crater of an old souls bowl
If my heart be the earth,
I'd look for peace
If my death sparked life,
I'd look to leave
And if life had meaning,
What could this be?
If my heart was round, I'd assume the earth fits this mold
Many moons ago it could dare lay low
Darkness fears the light
Like a kid in twilight
Pondering on quiet times
Spent churning the street fights