climbing drown the rusty fire escape
from your mind into your heart
i see the chords
for a song
on the slide guitar
and crumpled papers
of all of the words you had
meant to deliver to me
you threw them away
because they had expired
i see the fibrous edges
of your hollow insides
fraying
from the words
your saintly mother
punishes you with
because
to improve ones self is to improve for God
but your heart
sprouted with new growth
on that warm spring day
and as we sat behind the wall
overlooking our hometown
we rolled in shells and twigs and grass
and acted like dogs
and in the pale yellow sunlight
i finally saw your heart smile
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
climbing drown the rusty fire escape
from your mind into your heart
i see the chords
for a song
on the slide guitar
and crumpled papers
of all of the words you had
meant to deliver to me
you threw them away
because they had expired
i see the fibrous edges
of your hollow insides
fraying
from the words
your saintly mother
punishes you with
because
to improve ones self is to improve for God
but your heart
sprouted with new growth
on that warm spring day
and as we sat behind the wall
overlooking our hometown
we rolled in shells and twigs and grass
and acted like dogs
and in the pale yellow sunlight
i finally saw your heart smile