WEIRDO

Maybe I’m in the black, maybe I’m on my knees,  maybe I’m in the gap between the two
trapezes but my heart is beating and my pulses start, cathedrals in my heart and we saw
this light I swear you, emerge blinking into to tell me it’s alright. As we soar walls, every siren is a symphony, and                                                                                                                                                                        every tear’s a waterfall.