Everything seems to be falling apart
In my mundane existence, as I seek
Salvation in your ethereal wisdom
Everything becomes as it should, a challenge.
Because to love is challenging,
It comes with stuff we hate,
All a reflection of our dreams and words
And feelings and thoughts.
Your eyes so full of tales, of suffering and love,
And I weep as I dream of the circumstances
You must have faced. I seek refuge in those eyes
And those grisly eyebrows, your lines drive
Through me thorns with roses to smell.
To think I may never know you fills me with remorse;
How have you come so far?
How are you your own boss?
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