Day: Mar 22, 2021

I hide away in the buzz between your lips,

Touching your fingertips,

Amending all the rips.

You hold my hair back while I burn out bright

But only during the night

While lost in this blight.

The oxygen in my veins sings for you, too,

Perhaps I’m your Waterloo,

Yet – I feel your blues.

I hurt for every bullet you take in self-defense.

One day we’ll make amends,

And meet where the sadness ends.