Melissa Greener: Music

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BULLETS TO BITE

I'm learning about small things. Giving up the fight. Bow and courtesy to what hurts me. Bullets to bite.

I move quickly. I'm rough and prickly. I never hold my tounge. Through with dwelling on farewelling all the hearts I've stung. Bullets to bite.

I'm awakening, forsaking, the flaming pieces left behind me. It's just growing pains, this regret and shame. But looking back it just reminds me; I've got bullets to bite.

I learn my lessons quite slowly, I make and break my plans. No more running. Trust what's coming. It's out of my hands.

There's a beauty shooting through me. Call it giving in. Getting stronger stripping armor. Fitting in my skin.

I'm awakening, forsaking, the flaming pieces left behind me. Through with dwelling on farewelling all the hears I've stung. Bullets to bite.

I'm learning you're no small thing. I'll do what I must. Stay with me babe. Teach me to make gold from dust.

© Melissa Greener