I'm torn
Love creeps in
where there was a kind of sin
This missing the mark
This shot in the dark is for you
And your beautiful face
I can't replace
The doors of men
Hold little light to draw me in
Shelter from cold
A hand to hold
I am afraid
The plans that I made have shattered
Like none of it mattered at all
Who is the fool?
When I realize the jewel
Is only a heart beat away
I open my eyes, the moon tries to stay
I play
A chord on the harp of my heart
I wait for an answer from deep in the dark
Of my unknown future
Scab and suture are healing
Slowly peeling
Some marks don't go away
Then they aren't marks at all, I say
No, they are the paper
They are the ground
And if I am a cosmic sound
Then you are my holy dove
My love
And everyone writes a song about you
So I will too
I hope you will know some day
These words are meant to waft your way
And come home singing to my tree
A little bee
Two, maybe three
I, maybe thee
Us, maybe We
Someday
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