An Anvil To the Skull
all my life i seek a truth in you
the reply i get is an anvil to the skull
banished from view, i begin a journey for a definition of self
all the while i figured i could rid myself of all thoughts of you
yet and still the planted seeds continue to bloom in my mind
honestly, i guess the overall feel will never go away
one day i may even kiss the tip of your grave
misery can inspire through the unfortunate realms of woe
invisible wishes are like flashing cameras in constant continuum
the art of a schoolboy crush turned to murky tap water overnight
for the rest of my life i seek solace for the sake of my curiosity
if i ever see you again, i will pray for a kiss from an angel
newly rooted in renewal will be all trust and honesty in every drection
maybe then we can be each other's hero and heroine respectively....
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