Follow me home to a place not to far
Fan the fires as you blister my heart
Escape the fate of a desprate lover
Become the sky, the sun, and a mother.
Flouresent stars in the midnight sky
Give me more then one reason why
I should not only fall but fly indeed
To a place so cold so distant and far from reach.
Aching and churning can only lead to
Yearning which causes distress,
But that’s simply the best
To deal with trauma and the fact that I’m simple a mess
A mess of what kind I haven’t figured out yet
For its not shattered nor torn nor frayed
More like dissolved and disintegrated
Into a fairytale, far far away.
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