Wednesday, January 09, 2013
Letting us die
I’ve stood in your arms, and not let my feet fall.
But there are always side that were never true; and secrets I never knew
I'm all prepared to set the sky on fire; and look on as it pours out all the desire
It hurts as the fire cry out your name; but I’m not letting you win this game.
I am going to let what we had die; as I continue to taste the sky.
Labels: The poet in me