We make tears dry.
Why slumber in solitude to slip away?
Tell my tales hard as pavements
where my feet bled blue.
I bet this made sense to you.
You get me,
you got me.
You are my open window to climb through.
It is this heavy coldness like
those runaways, those strays, returning then reverting.
But your blanket is warm.
Not hard enough…if only
we were alone instead we're just lonely.
Life is no intruder so don’t pull the trigger.
Repeat the sun rise and if it dawns...