The cowardly heart of the cowardly lion seen from the eyes
of a 19 year old
Seen love’s fervor tongue taste of bitterness
Gone to drink of all the love began
Turn a heart pure to black tar
Quickly pulling you beneath by fear of pain and hurt
A speed avid retreat be your move as to not see that lion
cower but as cynicism takes you to places far and wide of blackness not yet
discovered
You are strapped into a parasitic creature and untrue
Let hearts fall to the oceans blue residue on the sand
As it will inevitably go out again
So shall love return again and again
Letting sands of time heal your body whole once more and
continue on
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