All the subtle flavors of my life have become,
Bitter seeds and poison leaves,
Without you.
You represent what's true.
I drain the color from the sky and turn blue,
Without you.
These arms lack a purpose,
Flapping like a humming bird,
I'm nervous,
Because, I'm the left eye,
You're the right.
Would it not be maddness to fight?
Become one.
One.
In you, the song that rights my wrongs.
In you, the fullness of living.
The power to begin again,
From right now.
In you.
Become one.
Dao-Wolf "Ŵơƚƒƒĕĥ" Loyal
- 15 years, 4 months, 24 days ago