In a morning shower that shines, we can smile.
Moonbeams and your life,
beating,
vibrating
against mine.
And we can shake up the world tonight.
You're the honey
dripping on my ribs
absorbing are my,
hungry lungs.
Sweet in everything I'm going to breath
I will smile.
We're heavy
but we're the leaves
tumbling from trees.
And I feel you
swimming against my skin,
and you're free.
I see vacant picture frames
but I fear my life may be a passing second
and I'm holding on just this last time.
I'll have the courage
not to ask for more
although maybe the scissors have cut
through the feathered pillows in my mind
I'm here still, in this vacant orchard.
We still run through my filled up soul.
Even though we'll die tomorrow,
I can take my gloves off next to you tonight
and for just this moment
everything will be alright.
We can smile.
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