The butterflies are knotted
Flapping their delicate wings
Brushing my soul inside
Making me turn my head around for
nothing short of a ride
Will you carry me home?
I never seem to be interested
When I just want to take a dive inside your
clutches hold me back
Embers get carried away
No matter how hard I pound
My fists just rest underneath my teeth
bold air is heavy
Down on my shoulders
Oxygen like molasses and your hair curls under sweat
Sweet within my soul,comforting
I swear I feel intoxicated
Beneath the playful grips and moans
My hair entangled with weeds and root
Laying in the mud of fertile garden before me
east seems to not be relavent
When out comes the unruly state
Do I trust,do I trust the pleasant stings
Within this thistle maze?
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