October 7, 2024
8:54 pm
I am love / I am light / I am the angel / watching over you at night /
I am the caress of your lover's hands / weaving through your soft hair / I am the crisp winter air / you so desperately inhale /
I am peace and power / I could be so good / When did you start to pull out these rotten flowers / from my mouth? / How did you do it, / shaking my stem / until I was ripped from the ground? /
Why do you wash all this mud off my limbs? / I can hardly look you in the eyes / without erupting into angry cries / When did it all begin? / You rip the color from my skin / and still want a way in / For your soul is blind /
Or is it mine?
