To be used
and let go, a noose around your ankle.
Tugged through war
and left alone to pick up
your pieces.
Retreat to your recluse
and let the seldom
voice become
one with the
earth.
Stand for too long and
let your feet bury your head;
this is love.
You are how love is dead.
and let go, a noose around your ankle.
Tugged through war
and left alone to pick up
your pieces.
Retreat to your recluse
and let the seldom
voice become
one with the
earth.
Stand for too long and
let your feet bury your head;
this is love.
You are how love is dead.