I am surprised
by how you perform.

I lift the thoughts
from your hair
and gather brilliance.

where we breach
that very title.

Where we must travel
into the woods of you and I

Conduct this choir
of feet and remember
all that will become afterwords.

a bomb
so crude
so disappointing

my love is that thing
in your arms

so limp
so destructive

So I hold your hands
and wade in the fire

like true angels
stretch your wings
and scream.

We're melting
We're hoping
that we make it to
silence.

Got a bag
Got a engine that hums
and my mind is
stuck in drive.

Made up my mind
and baby,
I'm gonna leave.

Dug my feet into the sand
and wipe the sunday
from my hands
I'm coming home.

And the flowers pronouced
your name. There is
a guitar and tear in
their eyes.

This trail is fading away
I can't find where
the next step begins.

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A rusty shore
masked in fog
decaying winds
disrupt and harmony
is lingering with nowhere
to be recieved.