Some say love is a burning thing, that it makes a fiery ring
Oh but I know love as a fading thing
Just fickle as a feather in a stream
See honey, I saw love, you see it came to me
It put its face up to my face so I could see
Yeah, then I saw love disfigure me
Into something I am not recognizing
You see the cage it called; I said ‘come on in’
I will not open myself up this way again
I lay my face to the soil, and all my teeth to the sand
I will not lay like this for days now upon end
You will not see me fall, or see me struggle to stand
touch
thing
struggle
stream
steam
stand
teeth
shadows
there
plains
myself
treetop
night
makes
white
looking
killer
clean
called
bright
dream
hands
racing
broken
acknowledged
desert
recognizing
caging
bones
again
could
disfigure
fiery
something
light
honey
folks
waiting
burning
fading
heart
awful
feather
fickle
glass
gnarled
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