Wingbeat

By Alistaire · Oct 27, 2009 · 442 · 1
  1. My eyes
    two emerald birds
    fly to the safety
    of your own
    we do not touch
    cannot touch
    a wall surrounds our hearts
    and yet we reach
    with our souls
    until they crackle in embrace
    a soft caress
    beneath the veil
    and now i die again
    for you blink
    and break the spell
    alone we are again

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  1. Alistaire
    There's a sad sort of damnation
    that happens when you close your eyes
    to all the love you could have had
    and listen to bitter lies

    Then you lock yourself up in the darkness
    and whisper alone your pain
    and you never let anyone
    come close to your heart again
    Alistaire, Oct 27, 2009
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