Monday, March 9, 2015

Compiling

Complicate the masses
Point the finger my way
No roses in my garden
Failures tend to their wounds
I pick up the bandages

No one picking me - up
There's a trail of tears stitched to your fairy tales
Burned with the bridge we built

Tell me
The story again
I've got a brass knuckle heart
Please try your best to come right in
The music plays
Do you even know my name
Look up above
My iris hasn't changed

There's Peter
There's Paul

Wars wage on
My souls bare
As I lie here
In my pretty dress

I dare you
To remember
To move me
To break me

With
In