But Mostly Just To Remain Sane

Miss could you lie under this stand We aren't scratching the words upon your lips slips the line rewind times some Words juggle for acknowledge meant to always means didn't Scrabble Scrambled marbles rambles ambles able to change surreal Sure real Cant you feel i'm changing the rules without a crown Step across the line in the sandcastles made of sea See the stillness in the skin the fake grin the bruised chin silence calms my din g dong the witch is gone I write of tears journey down the cheek Of winds mournful speak The look of love found and lost Echo answers back Can you hear me in the back As i pulled the thorn from thumb the blood with aura sunlight split spilled down the cupped hand and as tongue licked at life oil the heated warmth of the seen And think of winter sun that breaks the shadow tree and finger veins on ground that twist and turn against the burn I write of pain that steals grief but mostly just to remain sane