I sat along the edge of the world and watched your fire burn out
and I recall then when you asked me to raise my palms and lick the stars from your mouth
Your fingertips trace my memories, reading my dreams like braille, please tell me all about - it
The air in this room stings my nostrils and I find myself retreating inside
Blackened smiles creep the walls like angry vines and all I can do is close my heavy eyes to hide
Perhaps if I paint my mouth in a distorted sort of pose, I be less afeared of those grinning back
Yet if a mirror takes a glimpse inside, I would find myself afloat in an ocean where that mirror cracked
I cannot imagine a place, safe and freely loving, surrounded not by an ocean but instead on dry land
If you choose to take me to some sunnier place, please promise not to let go of my hand
Where my cheeks are forever flushed and my eyes forever brightly blue
It could only be a dream, true, until I let go and trust simply trust in you.
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