I try to contain myself but I just build up
all the love I have to share is a well in my soul
drop a penny down the hole
too many hands to hold
I have light like a star
waiting to implode
sex like an electric guitar
bending a blue note
I try to contain myself but I just build up
sometimes I'm overwhelmed
sometimes I'm bankrupt
for now
I'll let you be my muse
and someday perhaps
this castle of cards
can unfold into the truth
1 comment:
maybe
let go of the hand
that dries y.our soul
dry the well
that contains y.our love
contain the cards
that erect y.our hope
maybe
it all hurts too much
for its absolutely killing
me
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