Friday, 21 February 2014

Time the Healer Time the Wrecker

This way you wouldn't feel bad
At least I have remembered you in times of crisis
You may complain of me playing safe
With all lost and nothing in between
This is what remains
Pick up the pieces make some space
Knocking doors often give in to pressure
I took you home with certain intent
You opened shut doors and crevices
Now the doors are open with nowhere to root the emotions
Time the healer time the wrecker
Plays with me and alters your notions