Hero

Through the veil of trees
this is our comfort place,
and as strange as it seems
I know I can help you
come run with me.
Through thick and heavy words
want drips from the mouth
buried in those good Ol’ days
when we kissed all freely.
Let words come crashing down
don’t get all caught up
thinking how it’ll work out.
We’re here on the eve,
maybe we’ll emerge
from these trees.
I honestly don’t mind
watching the sun in the morning
the release of that glow
mirroring this feeling
buried in here somewhere.
Time and attention,
I swear it wasn’t that long ago
you swore we’d have a place
built for our heroes.

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