To Take, to chase

[dawnynomore]

I waste a good portion of my days not listening to music. I wish I could be waxing poetic about it, but that doesn't come as naturally as it once did.

I told someone today that I feel like I've been walking in a desert and I just want to find a place where I can rest my feet for a bit and drink some water.

Take her chase her
to wanton roads
to dark, sad rooms
where too many go

In mesh in mess
and cluttering piles
she'll make this home
and count each mile

O sing o ring
our sirenest call
to soft the sound
of hearts et al

Of chests of necks
don't let her think
for a hard head binds
her armor's chink

One wish one dish
she'll never take all
but longs for a one
who'll cease her fall

Cheek home cheek bone
she'll n'er again rest
for many did do
their rotten best

So take her chase her
you'll never see
the wanton road
that she'll never grieve