is that any way to say
she watches the apocalypse crashing through his eyes and tries her best to stifle the sobs swelling in her throat.
she pushes the tears back into her ducts as she feels his skin slip away from the sun and into a realm of ice.
"i'll be gone/i held on too tight/ you loosened your grip much too soon/soot is too black/your hair too soft/my soul too soft... " is all he breathes...
and so dies the fresh, humble tune; thoughtful notes melting clean from the page
... and so spoils the beginnings of a potentially eternal song.
she pushes the tears back into her ducts as she feels his skin slip away from the sun and into a realm of ice.
"i'll be gone/i held on too tight/ you loosened your grip much too soon/soot is too black/your hair too soft/my soul too soft... " is all he breathes...
and so dies the fresh, humble tune; thoughtful notes melting clean from the page
... and so spoils the beginnings of a potentially eternal song.