love. a lifejacket for non-swimmer, afloat.
I told you I would
Take the melancholy away and
Give it to the
Wolves that waited by
My door that encased eternal
Fear and we would
Build an incandescent home
On a hilltop of love and bliss
And we would grow old
But the stones remained
Cold upon my bones and you
Threw each one in the
The river of sacrificed love
