Faithfuls


I felt froth from the sea between my toes as I stretched
My gait along your shores was effortless
But you never warned me of the tar
Budding from the pores of heaven's breast

I forgive without regret cause we both are new at this
Hearts dangling from the sleeves of the hardly dressed

The last stallion gallops east to dodge the light
Warming up the dew that the buds unto defeated nights

Escaping from the warm winds
Flinging pebbles on the silver shores where torn birds sing
The sinking shells, they're whispering spells;
And we're mumbling to ourselves

The tragedy of this worm hole wisdom
Rots forgotten under devilish pride
Of tempered times, we're blind
My love, we're blind

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