Someone once told me I have to stand up to the shadows to lift my heart. To break the silhouette that holds back. Little did I know how much that is a journey. It killed my song and went all wrong.
It just said go for a run. To write, it said of all the messages that thread. Those needles you sew that warrant gold. Do not take it easy, because it is in the freezing that we glow.
I warmed my hands with desire and met it to conspire. Waving and shaking the dusty days, that is when a dress formed and clothed my body. Kissing my skin with lace the shadow was one.