God, help me I have loved The fact Of my hands shaking at the mere whisper Of your name Heavens guide me, I've forgotten how your kind of hurt hurts How you'd look my way when you knew I've laid down my swords Stay away Stay away You never did, did you? You clung to me like a survivor to a boat Forfeiting your pride and hopes But fuck it all, this boat had holes. Heavens be mad, But water made the wood weak and breakable And everything got in God, have you seen A sinking ship leaving the borderline without ever being found Muses will send stronger ships and His harder winds will guide you home instead I can't compare your kind; that kind of bitterness with the salt tinder of my finger blades Sometimes, I hoped we'd last But Past lasts before the point dot on horizon So God help me, and heavens guide me, a sinking boat to her thriving shore, where I can reconcile with my needles my stitches and my calls- Sea, be assistance whilst I go; floating away Where far away can just be it Without the need for your guidance The warmth of your flesh And Goddess’ grieving February leaves Aside the bittersweet I leave it in your Ode, This one sentence Where I still held the feelings, Vast green fields Down to blue yonder a tribute for unrequited love. |