over flowing with fish and emotion,
into wide open wounds and rocked with simple sounding tunes,
the moment i give up, is the moment all four legs give out ...
I can only stand this storm for so long.
with you being in the eye, and me having two.
its been hard not to buckle, and even harder not to shuffle the deck.
with fifty-two cards to build you a palace,
and no gold for the crown, the letters of love that hide the malice.
the blanket wraps in warmth and love,
here to the left i smile down from above.
and hands that were meant to hold,
and no knowledge of the distant cold.
i never wanted to let go.
but i was called to what i knew were doubts,
why can't you here my silent shouts?
this is where I stand.
