scavenger

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, November 3, 2011 0 comments

i scavenge for a piece of me
through shattered reveries
for love so that i may be free
come scavenge for my soul with me
from where you haunt my aching heart
to where i'll always die
then scavenge for a way to part
away these tears i cry
what way is there i'm meant to be
when they can't understand
i scavenge for that piece of me
throughout these foreign lands
and crawl with hands leading the way
in hope to find my eyes
and when i do i'll search for you
beneath your sordid guise

Posted by Robert Anderson at Thursday, November 03, 2011
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