A Little Tilt to the Left


A little out of touch
A little loose on the edge
A little far from home
A small small cry for help
And a little hope for love
For all the things lost in this world

She bends on her curves
And she breaks by her bones
She waits by her bed
For her lover that comes with the light
She cries when in her arms
She watches dawn come and go

Some ways above board
Some parts a dying heart
Some of the time a raging flood
Somewhere in the night, an empty shell
But always an aching need
For all that love couldn’t give

Her hopes and her despairs
In his eyes that plead
Her pain that he bears
Her fingers that feel  
His welcoming heart
Against her dying one


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