It felt so right, clear
As a crystal lake in summer. The humidity.
Teach me how to breathe under water so that I may
Follow the current.
Through time and thyme, the scents
That drive me to ask.
Question everything.
Can I make this better?
Install a light switch in the sun for you.
Sleep, lion. I will not be the sheep
You devour. I will be the lioness you sweep away.
Could I be the one to trim your ego,
Your fragile mind into a sturdy rose bush?
Thorns protruding, make me bleed again?
Maybe I will keep you.
The steady strums of my heart strings calming my ears.
And I can not predict what we could discover in this filthy music,
Or maybe the silver harps the angels play.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
It felt so right, clear
As a crystal lake in summer. The humidity.
Teach me how to breathe under water so that I may
Follow the current.
Through time and thyme, the scents
That drive me to ask.
Question everything.
Can I make this better?
Install a light switch in the sun for you.
Sleep, lion. I will not be the sheep
You devour. I will be the lioness you sweep away.
Could I be the one to trim your ego,
Your fragile mind into a sturdy rose bush?
Thorns protruding, make me bleed again?
Maybe I will keep you.
The steady strums of my heart strings calming my ears.
And I can not predict what we could discover in this filthy music,
Or maybe the silver harps the angels play.
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