Because my love has died and gone away, ashes to the wind, I grab at every speck of dust, keeping it safe in a crystal box of hope. But every day the sun rays burn through that crystal as if it were wax and my collection comes loose to escape. It flies free to another land where I must chase it.
Because when I thought of digging the grave I realized I'd need flowers to aid me mask the horror of his pale face so I went in search of it. But sad to say even that decay could not please the angels.
Because my love was an unrepentant sinner I cannot even pray for the ground to receive him gently. The dirt is now wet with rain and I think I've stood too long crying in it. If only these tears were not so bloody they could have blended and I could have fooled the lonely souls eagerly watching me.
Because I am bad at lies and forgiving sinners and false hopes and catching wandering ash, my love is no place for me to get lost in. The words like a maze keep twisting and take me into exile, where I stand now and I'll stand here a while longer than necessary. Because so broken I am that my love has died, with pleasure, and gone away.
Because when I thought of digging the grave I realized I'd need flowers to aid me mask the horror of his pale face so I went in search of it. But sad to say even that decay could not please the angels.
Because my love was an unrepentant sinner I cannot even pray for the ground to receive him gently. The dirt is now wet with rain and I think I've stood too long crying in it. If only these tears were not so bloody they could have blended and I could have fooled the lonely souls eagerly watching me.
Because I am bad at lies and forgiving sinners and false hopes and catching wandering ash, my love is no place for me to get lost in. The words like a maze keep twisting and take me into exile, where I stand now and I'll stand here a while longer than necessary. Because so broken I am that my love has died, with pleasure, and gone away.
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