He knew he gave it all, amidst his heartache and downfall. Then sparks sent from heaven shed light upon a hope forgotten. He knew what is his would eventually come; hopeful and never lonesome.
Letting go would be easy after so many failed trips to the top. Letting go would release and free you at last. But still, you hold on.
A unicorn’s blood, keeps weak men alive. And you, my love, were barely breathing.
I cannot be the perfect woman who is silent and attends to daily affairs with great severity because I know I am a daughter of God.
You try to cry out, Your mouth opening and closing like the gills of a fish breathing in water for air. But you are not a fish, And so you drown.