Rest on the Wings of Circumstance

These are the eyes of disarray,
And yes I can feel it,
Time hasn’t fazed your youthful stare,
The gentle beauty of a passed down last name,
You pull it off on your way to school,
You graduated early, but you can’t stand,
Can’t stand to play the fool,
And I know it’s true,
You’ve been less than defensive
when time gets to you.

But hold me to this moment, a moment,
Lay with me in my invincible space,
Cure my sight, return me to the ways,
In which your love remained
untouched, and unchained,
And I’ll share with you my time worn mind,
As we ride the winds, and collect the sky.

The End

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