back to the BK

stars fall on my head every single night

shine me back to heartbroken glass from four years before

i walk home

i walk home

i walk home

who will take care of me when i come home?

wings scrape dusty concrete constructing a new place for me to rest my head

i fly high i fly high i fly high

bodies soon caress winds flighty and low

coming closer to heaven with every flash of known light

i love wild i love wild i love wild

words clash on unstoppable street corners

slamming up against strangers whose eyes never before looked

i pray loud 

i pray loud

i pray loud

hands sing through the flames

firing off at the mouth busting veins with haste

i dance free

i dance free

i dance free

letting go

it's an interesting concept that i "preach" on often but have no real knowledge of
but now i know
it's a painful thing
a process that starts and stops and starts over again

i'm not sure if the poet in me is tired or tried or just old and worn
but i brought back memories that weren't so sweet of me being crazy as hell
wanting something to be new that was just what it was
old
and the same as it was the last time

so i'm moving through a season of loss
as in, i'm losing the need to feel lost anymore at the hand of a man who i love
and i always will

but i'm not gonna go up to bat to play a game that has no winner

(i speak in circles)

i give up
i quit
i found myself in the dip of my own soul wanting to be lost in yours
i am finding god in myself
and i'm loving her
dearly