Dienstag, April 24, 2018

Selbstportraits | lover of the light

lover of the light


Skin too tight and eyes like marbles
You spin me high, so watch me as I glide
Before I tumble homeward, homeward

I know I tried, I was not stable
Flawed by pride, I miss my sanguine eyes
So hold my hands up, breathe in and breathe out



And in the middle of the night, I may watch you go
There'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown

 There'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown
You may not trust the promises of the change I'll show
 But I'd be yours if you'd be mine



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