Always followed by your tail, even when it burns.
No matter how we spin around, it never seems to learn.
A forest clearing filled with blankets, a glass house under ground,
escape with me to a hidden place where you feel safe and sound.
Any way you want it, let's run around the world.
Try and fly a thousand times 'till all becomes unfurled.
I really hate to remind you, the hour's getting late.
I cannot stop the clock from ticking, trick it with debate.
Name the refuge, lined in gold, still the itch remains.
Even hidden in deep embrace, it shows you no restrain.
This fire is so ethereal, insatiable and clever.
Time now to sit inside of it, we - our own oppressor.
There is no escape from it, folly to even try,
follows us into our secrets, wont let us pass by.
Confront it with every single tool - love until it hurts.
Sit alone in silence, pain takes time to convert.
I am always here for you as I will always be.
Lent me your ear in a time of need, now I shall help you see.
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Author:
Quemis (
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Comments3
Another BRILLIANT MASTERPIECE...MAN you got it...Fo sho!!..
<3
Awesome write
Come fly with me. Wow. "Glass house under ground." Enjoyed a lot.
Any day. : )
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