Thursday, March 26, 2009

Lost, Unfound

Your heart turns a corner
And speeds away.
It roars through the rain
On a darkened day.
The gutters of buildings
High above
Collect the quiet of
Our retiring love.
Your lips are knotted
As you come to amass
The godforsaken sins
That have come to pass.
So I hear the heart flee
Out of love, out of hope,
And I pray god saves me
From this violent scope.
Our love has fallen
And skinned it's knee.
I will forgive and forget
If it crawls back to me.
I will kiss it each night
Before I sleep.
My broken heart to swallow,
My soul to keep.

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