I own every inch of myself,
my eyes, hands, and my two little feet.
I see what I want my eyes to see,
Be in broad daylight or in complete darkness.
My hands feed the angel and the demon in me,
And I go barefooted to towns and the wilderness.
I am their master, and they are my slaves.
My words give them life, and my voice, strength.
But my heart, my heart is different.
It has eyes that see what I fail to see;
It caresses the scarring skin with delicateness,
And leads me to a place where the sun never sets.
I have a heart which I do not own;
For my heart is yours and yours alone.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
I own every inch of myself,
my eyes, hands, and my two little feet.
I see what I want my eyes to see,
Be in broad daylight or in complete darkness.
My hands feed the angel and the demon in me,
And I go barefooted to towns and the wilderness.
I am their master, and they are my slaves.
My words give them life, and my voice, strength.
But my heart, my heart is different.
It has eyes that see what I fail to see;
It caresses the scarring skin with delicateness,
And leads me to a place where the sun never sets.
I have a heart which I do not own;
For my heart is yours and yours alone.
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