*I am just a bleeding heart
a red fist left fence less in your outpost
I am a secret fire
that hoarsely rages on
I am a farmer
a worker
heading home at dusk
down dusty dirt roads
blindly walking forward
with hazed eyes
sweated brows
soiled hands
I am not a coward
but my will is weak
I am a wounded heart
that wails underneath the heavy iron gates
left deeply locked
in the echo-less chamber of my soul.
And you are just a vein less key
with the magic dialling
that tauntingly turns my iron gates
but never full opens me
You are a cage keeper
and I'm just a bird in love
waiting to be free
my ****** heart
and how it pleads in chirps
to show you it's worth
but time is needed for rebirth
and right now I am just a shell of what I once was
and have yet to become
Freedom exists within
they now say
(perhaps to keep revolutionary thoughts at bay)
Anyway,
I'll close my eyes harder
endure what I can
and try
with all my might
to make these
skyline pleasant dreams
of you
wither away.*
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
*I am just a bleeding heart
a red fist left fence less in your outpost
I am a secret fire
that hoarsely rages on
I am a farmer
a worker
heading home at dusk
down dusty dirt roads
blindly walking forward
with hazed eyes
sweated brows
soiled hands
I am not a coward
but my will is weak
I am a wounded heart
that wails underneath the heavy iron gates
left deeply locked
in the echo-less chamber of my soul.
And you are just a vein less key
with the magic dialling
that tauntingly turns my iron gates
but never full opens me
You are a cage keeper
and I'm just a bird in love
waiting to be free
my ****** heart
and how it pleads in chirps
to show you it's worth
but time is needed for rebirth
and right now I am just a shell of what I once was
and have yet to become
Freedom exists within
they now say
(perhaps to keep revolutionary thoughts at bay)
Anyway,
I'll close my eyes harder
endure what I can
and try
with all my might
to make these
skyline pleasant dreams
of you
wither away.*
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