so much older then the mountains high above
but so much younger than your breath.
So confident in many matters,
in many things I feel so tough
yet in others so soft, so scared to death.
My soul feels worn and weary,
my heart so cracked and battered
as it through these feelings flies.
Where one part of my love now wakens
and falls so fragile to be shattered
and one part of my love now dies.
So safely but weary being lonesome
now a need for tender kisses
and wanting for your touch.
I just keep on wondering:
in this woe of love,
what if falling is too much?
my heart so cracked and battered
as it through these feelings flies.
Where one part of my love now wakens
and falls so fragile to be shattered
and one part of my love now dies.
So safely but weary being lonesome
now a need for tender kisses
and wanting for your touch.
I just keep on wondering:
in this woe of love,
what if falling is too much?
2014 © Daniel L. Raven [Count Daniël Luchies]