Bubbles
Bubbles of love trickle down on me high
But to love is to hide in there over
They ultimately all leave with a sigh
They beat me down to lay on me, hover
But I push off and reap what I have sow
Death brushes my cheek with a soft, loving touch
Bleeding profusely, I love now hang low
The reality of life I can't clutch
Black and blue is my skin tone around you
Like the love of a chain saw, cut my heart
Time for me to cut you out, start Anew
So that I could, without you, fall apart
Now standing tall I shoulder no burden
Burden of the past almost forgotten
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