come

come closer
come here so i may hold the past
in my own trembling arms
will you not try and run away again?
will you not let go and scamper off
it is a beautiful world isnt it?
so what if i cry
so what if my smile
gets a little salty
when i wipe my eyes, will i still be able to see you from here?
when my arms get cold
will i still be able to feel you?
when i lay alone tonight and drift
i am already anticipating the sparkles
in your beautiful green eyes
they contrast those overripe apple-red frames
polished
just like that dazzling smile of yours
it is a cruel world isnt it?
once i fill myself with rich words
when my soul is drained of everything valuable
ill watch it shake and scream
ill watch it recompose itself
for the morning light
and repeat
and repeat
it is a circular world isnt it?
when i wake from this nightmare
who am i?
when i look inside myself
do i even see a human face?
stand up, here, ill give you a hand
stop holding your breath, come, nourish your lungs
feed your soul, settle your mind
be at peace, sister. see the world, brother.
think about it, child. have hope, father.
like a stone at the bottom of the river
the waves will never push you away
but will the waves ever take you somewhere?
colors are dull, light  is faded, all is constant
it is a steadfast world isnt it?
walking alone on this path
with a smile i painted myself
it is pretty is it not? i did my very best
but when it chips off, piece by peice
is there any time for repair?
palms eaten greedily by the soil
the dam of my soul, broken
struck by the softest face
i have ever had the pleasure of meeting
i cannot see your shoes at my nose, but i know they are there
the tears blind me, like all of my ignorance
they fall like piano keys into the starless sky
the clarity of a winter night heavy on my shoulders
the desire to look up and see your smiling face
is overbearing
my muscles tense around your shaded figure
it truly is a beautiful world isnt it?
the cruelty of our circular, steadfast world
is a truly beautiful face
i long to feel those framing curls on my cheek once again
i long to hold the future, as if it was the past
....come closer