The Cradling Heart
Restless & Weary
Am I any closer to solving this heartbreak theory?
This love has got me so low
I just let go, let go, let go...
Gravitating toward her supple tenderness
Cradling my heart so gently
Blood oozing through her fingers
While the unknowing lingers
Will I wake up next to her?
Or will she whither away into a dream?
A single thread of assurance
Would engulf my worries away
But she is tangled in confusion
A web of indecision
Intoxicating, boiling, and freezing
Consumed by the whispers of paranoid suspicions
Is it better to live the life consumed by fear?
Or to indulge in this consistent mystery?
For I will continue
Walking through the inferno of hope
She stands before an archway
The blood of my heart stained around her veins
It beats slowly through her gripping fingers
Manifesting the image of Eve with the poison apple
Her hypnotic eyes gaze me like a snake
This love is in her hands
To cradle or squeeze into oblivion
~george ray
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