she says, "i don't believe in love."
i say, "all the same, i'll miss you."
she says, "i refuse to put my faith in a word
whose emptyness
rivals my loneliness"
God from man,
soul from body,
divided
and falling
into her lover's hand
she says,
"i've held this for so long,
i can't remember how to let it go
the thorns upon your brow
they pierced you deeply
are rooted in my soul
you speak about this Love
you speak of my decision
but like a blade that is the skin it breaks
i know the wound."
so she takes his hand
she lies beside him feeling empty
why she searches here she does not know
because her wings are near the flame
and she says,
"i've held this for so long,
i can't remember how to let it go
the thorns upon your brow
they pierced you deeply
are rooted in my soul"
and she says,
"i've held this for so long,
i can't remember how to let it go"
