The Black Stone Oh, I know where your heart lies down deep where no one can see not even you, (Perhaps your mother has done this; created you fearful of loving) I know that your heart bleeds, I hear it steadily gushing while your eyes rest at night, I lay next to you my right ear near the heartbeat I know you very capable of hurt slow roll to your call, mass questions in your wake send you flying in rage as if I've called you the devil though, your expressions nearly resemble I've known that this ambition drives you this want to have more, I understand that you need it else your heart turn to ashes, It's why I let you be I also know that I've come very close to holding your heart as close as our organs have in our moments of desire but, I never reach far enough to grab My heart always pulls me back. |