Before We Even Speak


I stare into the Earths I call his eyes
I sometimes fear for him it's not the same
The still morn mixes with the Sunday sky
As Longfellow holds open the window pane
He seems to mean the love we speak and make
So I suppose my claddagh lies crown out
But can his crown block my heart from ache
The light sweet curtain breezes in my doubt
Now I see the power I gave him
My chest now one, but his grip on either side
To tear he could without even a flinch
Or is the love we build a place to reside
I've always struggled believing people's words
But there lies nothing but truth inside those Worlds

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