Still, still
So being in love
is a lake.
The world
turns upside down.
We shatter it
when we dive in.
How dark
it had to become.
To see the unnumbered
sparks on each shook swell.
To feel their gold
hooks fixed in us.
Still, still
So being in love
is a lake.
The world
turns upside down.
We shatter it
when we dive in.
How dark
it had to become.
To see the unnumbered
sparks on each shook swell.
To feel their gold
hooks fixed in us.