Skin so thin, the sun reddens your heart.
A thick filter on your lips to counter balance.
Ears open to all except your inner melody.
Eyes wide shut in attempt to see, but not be seen.
Wise hands firmly cup my universe.
You were gravity, holding my feet on the ground.
But I poured too much of me into you.
So the the wind picked me up,
And blew me this way and that,
Until I watered my hollow roots,
Granting them freedom to grow a new home.