Posted by: colloquiallyspeaking | February 17, 2011

Bleed

We sit besides our friends of grief

And know not where they came

What was once clear and understood

Now hides behind this game

Of fear, distrust, clouded minds

And words that can’t be said

As we race around the things we know

Are locked inside our heads

We struggle to release the sounds

Binding our love

To turn this train around again

And, united, rise above

Embrace me now and feel the beat

Of yearning and of need

For I am nothing without your heart

That’s why I make you bleed.

 

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