After The War Ends (1st Ed​.​)

from And You Were The Hunter (First Edition) by T E Morris

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It's not a weight you're under, it's an ideal;
And i can't be the one to pretend that everything you've done is right.

Break apart at the edge of all I believe ,
Pushing words into my mouth and I'm sick all over my feet.
And I grow tired, tired of calling your name;
It's like a winter, a winter that never ends.
And it grows in me like a disease.

After the war ends I'll be your writer,
And if you ride me like a horse do you break me like a horse?
I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping, I'm not dreaming;
But when I do i'll become a bird.

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from And You Were The Hunter (First Edition), released June 30, 2012

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