Ivory Tower.

It's not her fault she's in an ivory tower,
But when I listen to her voice
I can't help but look up at the pearly dew
And the rainbows of faith
Personified in her being.
She has provoked this in me.

'There is a knock at the door, she wonders - How much more? I am more than property.'


I'll let you in to a little secret...
When I was walking away this evening,
Without your eyes following me,
I said: 
It's almost been a year and he still doesn't really look at me.
And you see, you know me,
I can't help but wonder - why?


'She is not just a stranger'


It's silly to think this is still just a season,
But the plan that I made in the dusty 
Cricks of my crux almost the 365 ago,
I am now afraid of.
I told myself to 365 this and then breathe.
But I'm choking on the fluffy stuff.


'I'm falling into your arms. I'm falling into the ocean of you. And I'm not coming up for air anytime soon'