Lurking Around
By Tim Pozzi •
Down on my luck again.
Sorry for the trust
I put in healing power,
my tower won't stand
while your arms embrace
another world.
And you'll be a world away,
millions of miles to separate
but nothing holding me
back from the edge of the rock.
Handled with care,
I'd dare you to speak with trust,
and you'll win the war
while spinning new tales.
But former signs point
to all former ties being
broken in transit.
Where would I be without
first finding dreams
in your eyes?