My hands bleed from digging up my remaining pride
you carry me away with confident stride
keeping me at bay, You are an everlasting everything.
I am chaotic peace shaped in the body of a woman who yearns
My heart is the moon, a red moon that burns.
Sprinkled acceptance from you causes me to bow at your feet
I am your servant in true form, your every need I will meet.
I am captured at any distance, is this love? Or simply me accepting defeat?