false pretense
|
a lack of resonance
|
a derisive sentiment and confidence
|
these bonds were always faked
|
crafted for safety's sake
|
but pasted wings and foil rings
|
do not an angel make
|
|
I see you've left me with your, your last words
|
it's ringing
|
with the noteless shrill of jealousy
|
and the claims of imperfection
|
and the crying out for the things that you deserve
|
but you're voice is never audible beneath the anger
|
in your words, it's ringing
|
it's breaking me
|
|
you can't belittle this
|
this could change everything
|
this one is mine to believe
|
this is unparalelled grace that's like gravity
|
a clarity i've never seen
|
seems your last word...
|
|
and the hottest words can cauterize
|
and in anger there's just wasted time
|
so your last word is just another I won't hear
|
|
-----------------
|
The Bradley
|
| Further Seems Forever |
