If we died tonight <br />would it ever be the same <br />if it was over now <br />would i comfort you again <br />if theres no return <br />from the realm of blackened wings <br />if theres no return <br />from the pain you feel within <br /> <br />you stop the world for a whilethe weight <br />upon your shoulders scraping off <br />reflective eyes of a child <br />and the creatures stretch their arms <br />to the sky <br /> <br />if we died tonight <br />would it ever be the same <br />if its over now <br />would i comfort you again <br />if theres no return <br />to the sting that makes you real <br />then should everyone <br />always fear their inner dreams? <br /> <br />If we died tonight <br />we've lost control of what is real <br />in the fear of night <br />only the children learn to breathe<br /><br />Lucian Crow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swallowed-by-the-earth/
