Red Ink Sky

Be patient, new love.

Be patient.

I’m trying to build a fortress out of smoke and mirrors.

I’m trying to pick up blades with blistered fingers.

Be patient.

I’m crawling through brambles with flayed skin.

I’m trying to fill in blue skies with red ink.

I’m trying to make lemonade out of acid.

I’m asking you to be patient.

I’m trying to dry off in the ocean

I’m trying to waltz through the battle field.

I’m trying to brunch with terrorists.

I’m trying to stay cool under hell fire.

And though I’m asking you to do what I can't

All i’m asking is that you

Extend a little grace and

be patient