Eric Bowers
Oct 4, 20191 min
Uphill and barefoot in the rain
These are the slippery, innocent moments
My best intentions are yours for the night
They’re delicate but don’t worry
There’s beauty in the broken pieces
There’s nothing that the truth can’t find
Are we leaving the path of most resistance behind
Downward, though the heart weighs in
Can’t quite negotiate the gut feeling
Destination drowning in desire
Overwhelm me but don’t worry
There’s beauty in the bashful morning
Feel free to feel overexposed
Just a little longer and then we’re hiding again in our clothes
There’s beauty in the broken pieces
There’s beauty in the bashful morning
There’s beauty in the chances we take
And the chances we don’t take