O my love
fickle as a feather floating on a warm winter spring
destroying all my notions, while there I am
thinking love would be a fiery burning thing
roasting all my insides amid a cacophonous din

O my love
fickle as feather floating on a cold summer river
pushing me through the motions, while there I am
thinking love would be a hell sent deliverer
pushing my teeth into the sand, telling me to pull the trigger


but o honey
i’ve seen love, seen it up close
the cage it holds
and the bars they glow
softly beckon they do to you so


o my love
i’ve seen love, and i believe i’ve seen enough
just a killer come to take its due
for each heart its traps renew
softly beckoning
into your soul it will hew its mark anew