Monday, April 21, 2014


I'm poisoning myself
Trying with every tick
Not to break my promises
Saltwater running past my temples
Through my hair
In my skin and down my spine
Screaming to make sense
Of a senseless poison
That taints my perfect progression from you

But there's a light that I'm hoping on

Could we salt the world
So we don't crash?
And the snow begins to fall
To the beat of the music

With every season
You grow further away
This year
Through iron, salt,
Water and flesh
I've tasted what I'm made of

At the fork of the river
God sees my open heart
And begins to cry
Early Spring tears
As the seasons roll by

'Till one day I stop writing
And maybe that's what you wanted

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