If Only Heavens Would Release
Personally, the god above your shoulders is not me
Nor have any angels graced tonights warm sun down
But ordinarily thought, I'll be the single that you'd confide
When not syllable nor aggressive noise treaches to friendly ears
A piece of me still lingers on like an aroma of memory soft, bristling
Sitting, nestled by the irony of stone with a etched name identity
Reading and caressing the thoughts that harbour within your mind
Oh, so wishing to any kind of miracle that I could lay a hand of tearful cheeks
For alone, am I swalled in a peacefull darkness, one you call "God"
Years of seven past have I grown to see the evolution page in your story
Heart break and fluttered rose have I quietly sat here hearing from your heart
I'm sorry oh so sweet butterfly that th past cannont make you fly completely
My slumber is a unholy satisifaction, for love does not bide memory nor a happy sorrow
Tonight where stars sing a kiss, my grave warms from a chater your reading from a novel
Softly your lips your sweet words of tender embrace in remembrance
If only the heavens would release, words would state, "I miss you back"
As tonight where cold clings calmy, your vist bears yet another peaceful dream
A dream of me still lingers like a scent of thought soothe, shiverin
Personally, the invisible guardian inside your chest is really, truly, me
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