Only You Break Your Own Heart

freedom is a whisper
a beckoning beyond
my heart it cries to see
hands upon me flee
glimmering mists of oceans
beaming prism light
carry me in the wind
lift me out of sight
my body is an illusion
it lays beneath me still
the world can’t break your heart
yet so beautifully will

– Shilow

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