There will still be music amongst my ribs
when the drum is broken and ripped open.
Flowers will still sprout from my mouth
when I lay amongst velvet and wood
I will have made you feel my power.
My magic will build a home in your walls.
I will lie beneath your memory
and your eyes will cry my tears
while your heart beats my own song.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 6:04 AM UTC
There will still be music amongst my ribs
when the drum is broken and ripped open.
Flowers will still sprout from my mouth
when I lay amongst velvet and wood
I will have made you feel my power.
My magic will build a home in your walls.
I will lie beneath your memory
and your eyes will cry my tears
while your heart beats my own song.
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