words fell
like broken
glass
from
your lips
onto
bloodstained
carpet
lacerations
searing your
bruised heart,
transplanting
its jagged rips
into mine
beats sharply feathered
like injured
wings,
angel eyes
pigmented my color,
blinded by a
cool sheen
hiding behind
tears
You are but a child,
young fresh entity
yet know the weight
of heavy
and suddenly
nothing else
matters
only your light
in my world,
however
dark you get
nothing material
can fix it and I will
stop it all
to press
the button
of time
and give
you
the
world
for my son