I’m drowning in your love
My resistance has grown thin
I’m sinking down below
Below this ocean made of sin

I’m searching for some wings
To catch a breeze lift off and fly
To look down at the world from the perspective
Of a teardrop in your eye

The cynic in me knows
That nothing good can come from this
The numbers don’t add up
And there’s a knife behind the bliss

The poet in me says
That tragedy can write a song
But the murderer inside knows that blood
is the only way to right this wrong.

-Stephen M Crow


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