in your insolent arrogance
Your face is hard as steel
cold and ridged
fallen wings spinning out of control
your words bely the truth
with baseless facts
is obvious in the way you walk
away from me
your lust for the way I sing
we collide against each other
all the while like seas crashing
back and forth
the shoulders I’ve cried on
disturb you like an avalanche
tumbling, unfolding, growing old
you find me reaching out from the debris
of our arguments
but our hands no longer cling
misplaced love is quick-sand
slipping, slipping
please take hold now or we are lost
BB2015
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:24 AM UTC
in your insolent arrogance
Your face is hard as steel
cold and ridged
fallen wings spinning out of control
your words bely the truth
with baseless facts
is obvious in the way you walk
away from me
your lust for the way I sing
we collide against each other
all the while like seas crashing
back and forth
the shoulders I’ve cried on
disturb you like an avalanche
tumbling, unfolding, growing old
you find me reaching out from the debris
of our arguments
but our hands no longer cling
misplaced love is quick-sand
slipping, slipping
please take hold now or we are lost
BB2015
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