Perfect Shapes

By Ryan Johnston-

 

It grew from the seeds of time spent with you

It soaked up the blood, that gave life to me

White branches climbing into the black skyline

It fell like the leaves, into winters greedy hands

When Summer left us all alone, tied to that tree

 

You're a storybook, never read to me

They knew, I would never sleep again

It fit to me like the perfect shape

Cut from time in a river bed

 

You warm me up with your morphine rays

Freeze me to death, when they dissipate

Remembering, to make me forget

You're in my blood like razor blades

You breathe me in, like I am more than air

Like a word from your cloudy lips, I elevate

You cut the ties, just to watch me float away

You pull me back to you, like gravity

Walking away before I hit the ground

You reached through me, like the coldest wind

And now my heart beats so unevenly

 

 

 

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