harm in the hearing heart
we should be more careful
every thing is falling apart
we should be more fearful
of every thing we say we aren't
this place is just like heaven
it's easier to tell from afar
the sea the moon tomorrow
somehow seems like a work of art
this is all we really are
today the light bent backwards
love and gravity split apart
today the light bent inwards
revealing demons we swear we aren't
this place is just another
a bed for those who traveled from afar
this taste the moon tomorrow
somehow seems like a work of art
this is all we really are
the drowning sight of sunset
the day and nite no longer break apart
the draining forget meaning
blessed memory forgive for what we aren't
this place is just a moment
takes tomorrow to tell from afar
your face the moon tomorrow
somehow seems like a work of art
this is all we really are
posted by fillshe @ 2:11 AM
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