He moves and yet you still will never know
the way my soul will stretch too far to break
into an open grave for as he grows
he's dying to reclaim a past mistake
Come here! Oh, if you could you'd hear his voice
a soft and loving coo from deep within
But realize he'll never have the choice
to stay inside the place where it begins;
The dream of life and love as it should be
encapsulates closed flutters of his lids
The hope for anti-animosity
will shed itself from what his hands can give
He sleeps now, quietly so far to go
And while he waits, you still will never know
No comments:
Post a Comment