Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Regrets # 1

Look to your hands
And the skin you stripped
I tried desperately to heal
Your bleeding dreams
But I can’t save you
You’re the brick on my back
Your laughter, your language drowns me
Look to your heart
I have to bury you
And pray for Ezekial
I cannot raise the dead alone
I’m swimming sadly heavenward
And your air bubbles surround me
Like teardrops
I miss you
Look to your hands
Look to your heart

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