Can’t you let the sun tint you
And the air wrap round your suffocated
Spirit
Cant you pretend to drift like a dandelion
Dropping into withered grass
Cant you hold the rainbows in your
Daunting irises
And let the rays beam around your
Fragile heart
Dear you
Made up of intricate bonds
That crumble to dust
Ashes in the firewood
Of hopes and kindling flame
Would you take heart
In the glassy persona
Behind mirrors and closed hearts
Would you reach out your fragile hands
And with shaky fingers
Hold the mountain and skies
In your fingertips
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 8:56 AM UTC
Can’t you let the sun tint you
And the air wrap round your suffocated
Spirit
Cant you pretend to drift like a dandelion
Dropping into withered grass
Cant you hold the rainbows in your
Daunting irises
And let the rays beam around your
Fragile heart
Dear you
Made up of intricate bonds
That crumble to dust
Ashes in the firewood
Of hopes and kindling flame
Would you take heart
In the glassy persona
Behind mirrors and closed hearts
Would you reach out your fragile hands
And with shaky fingers
Hold the mountain and skies
In your fingertips