I thought of myself as a geyser, a glacier for love
bundled up tight,
And ready to explode with the affection I dwell upon.
But see here,
Because my love lusted over was in winter's bitter flake
And now I am left with a fifth and a pack and some sort of swelling ocean in my eye.
I know I was worthy
Perhaps even still
Of the mind's manufacturing of a twin soul.
I practice growth
And I take this loss
And I find new arms to warm
the barren chill in the cave which they name my heart
In each chamber your voice echoes
And hell, i know I haven't been the first to ask
"please, just some quiet, just some rest"
I go to sleep with the quake tonight,
wake me after the shock.
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 2:22 AM UTC
I thought of myself as a geyser, a glacier for love
bundled up tight,
And ready to explode with the affection I dwell upon.
But see here,
Because my love lusted over was in winter's bitter flake
And now I am left with a fifth and a pack and some sort of swelling ocean in my eye.
I know I was worthy
Perhaps even still
Of the mind's manufacturing of a twin soul.
I practice growth
And I take this loss
And I find new arms to warm
the barren chill in the cave which they name my heart
In each chamber your voice echoes
And hell, i know I haven't been the first to ask
"please, just some quiet, just some rest"
I go to sleep with the quake tonight,
wake me after the shock.