Preferred Band/Artist: The Soil
The drive to his house
Is longer than her heart’s
Don’t give just yet
Keep the veil over her eyes, dear
Morning hours
Small choirs
The track to her life
is a body too deferred
He’s not the man for you
He’s not the man for you
Your king
Is not a man
His turf full of the ones who have been there before
The morning tells her so
When the sweet nothings have faded from his pillow
And she’s alone, anointed.
Counting the ones before her
Picking up the pieces of broken glass
Her glue isn’t enough
To bind them both
He’s not the man for you
He’s not the man for you
Your king
Is a broken man
He’s a bird
He can’t be caught
He’s a stranger in the darkest corner of her heart
He can’t be taught
The veil is drawn, her eyes are burning
His feathers are curdling
Her heart cracking
For the one that was never hers
He’s not the man for you, dear
He’s not the man for you
Your king
Has fallen
When he touches his face, he knows
When he touches hers, he tries
When he takes back what was never given
She drops her head, touches her forehead, the anointed woman
It’s dark now, his bedroom floor
He used to laugh, like, love
How many before her, was this?
She dreams of capturing his smile in a glass bottle
For it’s the one she longs to touch forever
She drops to her knees
Please don’t beg me to stay
Set me free
Please don’t beg me to stay
A single black feather falls on her bare back
“Get up, child
You’re stronger than that.”
He’s not the man for you.
You will find the one that is not too late
Too sad
Too broken
But your king
Is waiting for you
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