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by BrianCutalo
by BrianCutalo
                                    
                                              This feel rests in the soles of my feet
                          Gun powder venom glow in my veins
                          Ice cold flames

                          My turning path splits the fog beneath the dark
                          Schemes and traps, tidal waves, set backs
                          You flow with love, then drought rides in
                          To my town
                          All alone, one soul
                          Two eyes, one heart
                          One mind, one spirit
                          When you leave
                          I can't breath the air
                          Highly poisonous 
                          You know the feel, set deep in your heals 
                          What does it matter if your chest is heavy
                          Who is around to care if they rain falls around you
                          What does it matter if there is pain in separation 
                          Who is around to guard you from the wolves
                          What becomes of those too tired
                          To run and chase after
                          Those who will never feel the same 
                          
                          Your head tells you let go
                          Or she will disappear
                          Your head tells you one more time
                          And you will not have it in you
                          Her beauty unfolds, nowhere to go
                          Your head tells you she needs to be free
                          And wishes you were the one thing that let her be