My Beginning
I broke the spell on my own, though its reach was far and wide
Even when you hid your face in your hands
I learned to sing louder
Until I had turned
The tide
I wondered if you ever thought of me or one kiss I gave to you
When you read all the words I wrote
Did they burn like pouring salt
Into an open wound
Of truth
I took a look at the coldest smile and found the warmest heart
Standing clear of the picture and its owner
Thought I broke the spell on my own
As I watched your fingers
Come apart
From a straight drop of a thousand feet, I found the spell's ending
Then tried to hide my heart in my own hands
But you only learned to sing louder
Until you had become
My beginning
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