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Safe: The Places I Go In My Head To Feel Acceptance & Peace
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“RED
Here’s the red
The red of love
The fire that burns
Within my soul
The reddest red
I’ve ever known
The flame untouched
Ignited coal
Here’s the red
The red of pain
That stinging pain
No one must know
The deepest red
I’ve ever felt
The emptiness
The mourning soul
Here’s the red
The red I knew
That exalted fire
That once ignited you
The reddest red
I ever knew…
The deepest red
I ever knew…”
― Safe: The Places I Go In My Head To Feel Acceptance & Peace
Here’s the red
The red of love
The fire that burns
Within my soul
The reddest red
I’ve ever known
The flame untouched
Ignited coal
Here’s the red
The red of pain
That stinging pain
No one must know
The deepest red
I’ve ever felt
The emptiness
The mourning soul
Here’s the red
The red I knew
That exalted fire
That once ignited you
The reddest red
I ever knew…
The deepest red
I ever knew…”
― Safe: The Places I Go In My Head To Feel Acceptance & Peace
“BLANKET
On our bed there is a blanket
It has been greeted by strangers
Become a desert to missiles
Filled with hurtful words and jealousy
A pitched hillside
Where hunched backs lay unmoving
I’ve crawled into its darkness
Night after night
Dove into the wreckage
With my lantern
Hoping for some light
At the end of this silent tunnel
I’ve spooned with the grief
Sifted through the ashes of our love
Been reduced to the seasons
Where people watch our bones
As they lie down exposed
Through our transparent cover
Still warm among the cold winds
But heavy with self-deception
On our bed there is a blanket
It has been greeted by strangers
Become a desert to missiles
Filled with hurtful words and jealousy
A pitched hillside
Where hunched backs lay unmoving”
― Safe: The Places I Go In My Head To Feel Acceptance & Peace
On our bed there is a blanket
It has been greeted by strangers
Become a desert to missiles
Filled with hurtful words and jealousy
A pitched hillside
Where hunched backs lay unmoving
I’ve crawled into its darkness
Night after night
Dove into the wreckage
With my lantern
Hoping for some light
At the end of this silent tunnel
I’ve spooned with the grief
Sifted through the ashes of our love
Been reduced to the seasons
Where people watch our bones
As they lie down exposed
Through our transparent cover
Still warm among the cold winds
But heavy with self-deception
On our bed there is a blanket
It has been greeted by strangers
Become a desert to missiles
Filled with hurtful words and jealousy
A pitched hillside
Where hunched backs lay unmoving”
― Safe: The Places I Go In My Head To Feel Acceptance & Peace
