the sheer look of catching your seemingly intent stare
hit me like a blow to the heart.
i'll wear the bruise like the finest piece of jewelry.
everything and nothing is what it was,
and if i could
i'd make the sky cry feathers,
and diamonds would muse out of the back of heaven's throat.
a heavy song for the heaviest of loves.
but i can only want and feel,
as you stand, i kneel.
off with my head!
god, help me heal!
there is no one but him,
and oh it kills, it kills
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
the sheer look of catching your seemingly intent stare
hit me like a blow to the heart.
i'll wear the bruise like the finest piece of jewelry.
everything and nothing is what it was,
and if i could
i'd make the sky cry feathers,
and diamonds would muse out of the back of heaven's throat.
a heavy song for the heaviest of loves.
but i can only want and feel,
as you stand, i kneel.
off with my head!
god, help me heal!
there is no one but him,
and oh it kills, it kills
