To Be Revered, by Ifautumnsaysso Subscribe to rss feed for Ifautumnsaysso

How many times has the devil set someone free?
and invited in a breeze?
Sent them to come back into reach?

Gripping past the feather
While all the sheep follow 
Politely asking for a lettered hand
The burdens of life make you hollow
"Where have you been?"
This scripture you feel again and foreignly understand.
"Stay open, stay awhile"

But, you've been under a long shade.
Long sleep with the sheets covering you all day
Away from sun you'd whither and take
In the name of Déjà vu
You forget dreams
You must like the way your hands feel at the end of a long
day.





Posted: 2014-11-08 05:10:15 UTC

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