I. To Which, I Was Struck
As the morning woke I saw your face.
Shining, shimmering, a true gift of grace.
Walking passed is another leaf of many,
but I want to be the only one to blossom.
I reach, yet cannot touch. I think, yet dare not say.
My words are frail and come weak.
Tearing and leaving me aching for more,
I'm left with the shame of excuses and lose ended nooses.
To know your name, would be the reward
to the hardest of work to put down my guard.
II. By The Bullet, I was The Target-bird.
I flew high, to reach the Heavens.
Remarkable how the gravity rips the air,
You were the glorious sun
stripping me of my wax wings.
Tell me, how the you saw the pain fill my heart.
Surrender, the meaningless of separation in art.
Unknown to you, I gave it my all.
But you shoot me down for him in an inferno curtain call.
I morphed to see your eyes,
a mistake that I shouldn't of given up shield to compromise.
Once my feet left the ground I had to take my chance,
This wasn't in my odds to win and find romance.
V. The Clashing To Shutter All Waves.
Stumbling and whispering, the man seems so confused.
A reckoning, a suffering, I am the one who lost their way.
Once upon a weary time
I held my hope into them,
but now, all I see, is a man releasing my demons.
Awake, my solitude, a holy tune, whispering in my head.
End, my hungry thought, a tasteless trot,
the scissor to cut our thread.
Hope, please be found. I will, I'll break my bounds.
Tender: used to be the old me. Surrender: your body to the sea.
You took both of them, robbed and stolen,
There's no way to erase the stakes that bruised.
Goodbye, to the wall that binds.
Waves, take him to blacken grave.
My soul, laid before them. You had your chance.
Why would you damage the goods I adore.
You were the plague to ruin my dreams.
Like this shore, your imprint cannot last.
Come and go, the women crash on.
You took back the girl. You overthrew my crown.
Struck, beaten, collapsing to the ground.
Trial and error, risk and gamble
My heart lies, broken and shackled.
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