i veil the windows to my soul then
a vague, vague kiss
greets my lips
it touches
soft, beautiful and dark
the night enshrouds me in warmth then
through a sin born of desire
i die, i die
wanting, yearning not
through a sin born of desire
i die, i die
wanting, yearning not
ever turning away
so very
intimate...
this is
what steals my breath
a tear trickles
then
alters
what it means
to love
how deep
i bleed.
i bleed.
i'll carve my truest thoughts into the wall
tonight with hope that you will hear my plea
the clock once told me one day i would fall
yet never whispered how i'd not be free
the pain i feel invites my heart to break
the winter snow drifts beauty for awhile
although i have nowhere to go, i'll make
the best of this in thinking of your smile
there is a scythe that hides within the wind
it holds your voice and tells me you don't care
oh i apologize for how i sinned
i never meant to bring you such despair
you tossed me to the streets with no remorse
and cried how you could do with a divorce
you tossed me to the streets with no remorse
and cried how you could do with a divorce
Author Notes: This piece is not autobiographical.
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