Be an embrace in which I may weep,
a solace against the restless grind...
When it all hits
and my legs shake...
Here's To Our Possibilities...
Here's to Our Possibilities...
The night filled with emptiness
No hope at all and only shallowness...
Patterns of disrespect,
years of self-loathing...
To be seen through,
clearly and concisely...
I stare at the swaying tree,
Rooted deep beneath the crusty erf...
I would give you a chance
Even when I know it ends in fire...
You know my ears live,
When they absorb the spells...
Love me
just for this fleeting breath...
I know you're not supposed to play with fire
But those blue flames of yours were enticing...
To be known—
not as the world names me...