falling backwards
not seeing to what you are subject
that might be the point
if not now then later
whatever
fall
if it dosent happen
which it needs to
i'll spend the rest of my days running away
and im not much for endurance
the white and the green have slowed me
these colors and their consistency couldnt make me feel any less alone
i'd walk exposed in the snowiest mountain passes
if they could prove i still feel
when you ask me if i love you
i cant look far enough away
because i dont remember what love is supposed to be
except that its subjective
and so are we.
be my mountain
and i will give you my heart.
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