Half of your body is missing and your heart is hurting
And it feels like nothing can ever be complete
We're black and blue, and we don't sway to the beat
We don't feel like we used to
Like we used to do when we were young and falling in love
Everything is changing faster than the sky
Faster than we can reconcile, real when we're in dreams
No need for air when we have no fears, I remember
Your smile, your soft hands, I'm laying in your warm arms
Kissing you in your bedroom, I love you like your sweet stains
Your sweet smoke permeating
You make me feel like I'm home, like I belong
Like there's nothing to figure out, our life is a beautiful song
Love turning tables, when I wipe your tears away
In our hopes we are bright and nothing can stop us
One more night to heal, to see the day, notice the space
I fell in love with a ghost drowning in the lake
A good man, but he never stayed
Wild love, wild love is tortured love
Tortured love, tortured love is wild love
Wild love, a feast
Tortured love, we can't speak of
Beating with these nocturnal frequencies
I study you like I study the time between moons
Solitude, a free floating spirit, I'm trapped in its grip
Trapped in the love for... the love for
Our angels, our warriors
It's cold outside, but the moon is wary
She's looking down on us
She knows
She knows
Half of your body is missing and your heart is hurting
And it feels like nothing can ever be complete
We're black and blue, and we don't sway to the beat
We don't feel like we used to
Like we used to do when we were young and falling in love.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
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Our angels, our warriors... a succinct, hard-hitting description... perhaps the two perfect facets of our ideal being, the soul we hope is within us, or the spirit watching over us... angelic and ferocious, gentle yet powerful. When one thinks of the Miltonian battles between the forces of heaven and hell, one pictures warrior-angels. I ramble, but you made me do it!
Warrior-angels, love it. I'm quite amused. I harvested this from the dampest cloud in my mind, about how love is almost like a cage. The battle between holding on and letting go, kinda thing. How love can haunt you to a debilitating point of no return. Only heaven knows how we manage to cope.
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