subtle light
Breathe me in, sweet girl.
Three weeks of these worlds burned to sunset ash in turn.
A word said, then escaped.
Unfurled and then uncaged.
Vessel of mine,
bear in mind the storm awaiting past these lines.
Breathe her in, little cynic.
Free these idyllic lyrics.
Bide your time,
make sure it's right before you let out these feelings locked up inside.
Breathe me in
and you won't breathe again.
The nights are long,
the skies are gone from where they used to belong.
Now it's just the star in you...
Why was it you I had to fall into?
I guess I'll never know
why my blood flows and my heart grows it's way out of my soul.
You're all I could ever need.
To keep you would be greed when you should be set free.
Mine but not in possession.
Obsession would be opression, this confession's in concession, devotion in expression.
Mine to love and to hold,
to raise up and to propose.
Breathe me in and don't exhale.
I'll memorise your lungs, every last detail, your tender eyes, your little size, right down to scale.
Your brush and my pen, my heart and your consent.
Breathe me in and you'll never breathe again.
rancid grove
young yoke
upper grotto
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