Your eyes like unlocked windows
Open, curtains battered in wind
Body still like shattered wills
Of hopes you thought not see again
But I lay here in below
Peering up from underneath
I scratch the shadow sew
And sear the towers keep
My love I swear to reach you
To your heart I'll be the rhyne
So consider this a prelude
To the rest of all of time
I am the Gale.
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
Your eyes like unlocked windows
Open, curtains battered in wind
Body still like shattered wills
Of hopes you thought not see again
But I lay here in below
Peering up from underneath
I scratch the shadow sew
And sear the towers keep
My love I swear to reach you
To your heart I'll be the rhyne
So consider this a prelude
To the rest of all of time
I am the Gale.
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