Ransom What Does It Cost To Get My Heart Back

Night loosens  

Its velvet jaw

Drops my pulse  

Like a stolen law

A feather note  

Drifts through bone

Signed only  

By a name  

I no longer own

It says the price  

Is not in pain

But in the orchard  

Where old dreams  

Still rain

Fruit made of echoes

Roots made of stain

What does it cost

A lantern of breath

The mask I wore  

To bargain with death

The quiet feather  

I lost in your step

The moon wants  

My unlit skin

The one I shed  

To let you in

The stars demand  

My hidden ache

The vow I broke  

For my own sake

The wind asks  

For my final spark

The part of me  

That kneels to dark

So I lay down  

My mirrored chest

Offer the map  

Of every unrest 

The symbols carved  

Where longing pressed

And still the night  

Won’t answer back

Won’t name the cost  

To get  

My heart  

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