These pretty songs are spun
By your unfailing lips
Around my memories they float
But that ship has sunk, the water slips
Through my grasp.
I can't breathe without the spreading cold
Filling my head with you.
I'm blind.
The only scene is you an me
Holding close, our fingers entwined.
I didn't fall for you, you pushed me
And now I'm climbing back up
Creeping like vines to the sunlight.
I stumble, knowing you won't be there
When I reach the top.















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