Surface-to-air

by Sean   Jul 16, 2012


We play games like children;
white lies and hiding half-eaten pies,
we gave this love a try...
i played husband, you played nurse,
we played and played and still it hurts.

Come to bed, your restless angry head;
I lay there half-dead, your heart bleeding instead.
Yet we keep playing games like children,
white lies and hiding half-eaten pies,
we gave this love a try,
not your fault I promised you the sky.

Now it's falling, crumbling like it's our calling -
yet we keep building this uneven foundation,
balancing the weight on your end for my salvation,
keep pretending your strength is enough compensation;
my heads already deep down in the dirt,
I hope 'cos I landed first your fall don't hurt,

I hold no contract to your heart,
now you truly deserve that fresh start.

Sean, 2012

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