I hear the subtle sound of heartache
calling across the quay,
young lovers spell Joni's words
with the catkins of the tree.
I feel the heavy weight of lover's wake
as we dream on through the day,
old demons used to poison me,
before you took them all away.
I taste the blood in chocolate wine
and it's sweetening my mind,
it's telling me of fortune's treat,
when good intention is combined.
I smell the human in our longing sweat
as I press into your skin,
steady as my doubts are perished,
all happiness, lived again
I see the poetry in street-lights
imitating the moon,
telling me when darkness falls,
light will follow soon.
I know there's more out there
than ever I've seen,
more than whatever I am
and whatever I've been.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
I hear the subtle sound of heartache
calling across the quay,
young lovers spell Joni's words
with the catkins of the tree.
I feel the heavy weight of lover's wake
as we dream on through the day,
old demons used to poison me,
before you took them all away.
I taste the blood in chocolate wine
and it's sweetening my mind,
it's telling me of fortune's treat,
when good intention is combined.
I smell the human in our longing sweat
as I press into your skin,
steady as my doubts are perished,
all happiness, lived again
I see the poetry in street-lights
imitating the moon,
telling me when darkness falls,
light will follow soon.
I know there's more out there
than ever I've seen,
more than whatever I am
and whatever I've been.
c
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