An angel appears- browns eyes soft, yet penetrating. And begins grasping the statics as ammo defenestrating- and to tell the truth I'm kind of thankful for the breath of fresh air, for the moment I'll just leave the glass there.
I shouldve known from the moment that she first took my hand. In this recession her obsessions are in quite high demand. But she back fisted and black listed my lack of current plans, so my confession without much question is I'ma flag this bird to land.
The storms we came to weather had me grasping at these feathers- sticks and glue. Anything to keep close to you. And even though its clear to see that to me you're heaven sent- the gods they fear unnatural ascent- and we flew- so the heat gives quick retreat to crafts anew.
Insert that Greek symbolism to mask my geek euphomisms for imperfect feelings. Love from day one that had me reeling. Such as a modern day Orpheous I beg the gods for second chances- the only difference is Ill take no second glances. I wouldn't risk losing an angel to hades dances.
With all that's been- careening from padded walls within. It's still a wonder all of my blunders haven't found me where I've been... Where I'm residing. And I guess, in retrospect,what's the point of hiding- if you're always in the place where you begin? If we both hold short straws who's to say I didn't win?
Armed with a few rudamentary tools, I begin trying to bury myself in you. Or at least dig far enough down that I'm alone. And it's ironic and somehow true, that the further I push in you. The closer I become to finding close to home.
And then that angel appears- brown eyes masked by contemplation. And the variables beneath which cloud my minds own elations. To tell the truth, I'm kind of thankful for the breath of fresh air I try to gather while I bathe in your stare. And for the moment, while it lasts, I don't care. As long as it lasts, I'm more than happy to share.
But I was careless- or clueless- either way, I touched down shoeless. And I'll be damned if I didn't land right on track. But that glass we scattered, know it bit me back. I shouldve swept before I ever even packed. The blood ill lose is equal to the heart I lack.
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