keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

It desperately pleads with me as I turn it between my fingers.  
It knows what I'm contemplating; dreading its own death, a slow sinking to the murky depths.  
It's time to follow through;  
A quick flick of the wrist and the deed is done.  
I imagine my flat stone screaming in terror as it skips across the lake's tranquil surface.  
My imagination is twisted.

Because if I do
I’ll fall apart
And I want to be strong
For whenever you need a shoulder