Poets of the Fall

Jan 29, 2012 03:23

Hear your heartbeat
Beat a frantic pace
And it’s not even seven AM
You’re feeling the rush of anguish
settling
You cannot help showing them in
Hurry up then
Or you’ll fall behind and
They will take control of you
And you need to heal the hurt behind
your eyes
Fickle words crowding
your mind

So
Sleep, sugar, let your dreams
flood in
Like waves of sweet fire, you’re safe
within
Sleep, sweetie, let your floods come rushing in
And carry you over to a new morning


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