When I saw other children fall to the floor
They handled most of the pressure
You fall and your skin rips even more
Blood trickles down the oldest wounds wet and fresher
You fell
again
and again
and again
And you won't stop trembling
But if I hold you together
Will it keep your skin from dissembling?
I could never admit you weren't meant to last forever
If I scream my voice away
Will you finally be saved
Or will you fall apart in my arms?
Will I fall apart when her face is melting in my palms?
When all the rain and blood and feelings evaporate
And all the flesh falls from the bone anyway
Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 5:30 AM UTC
When I saw other children fall to the floor
They handled most of the pressure
You fall and your skin rips even more
Blood trickles down the oldest wounds wet and fresher
You fell
again
and again
and again
And you won't stop trembling
But if I hold you together
Will it keep your skin from dissembling?
I could never admit you weren't meant to last forever
If I scream my voice away
Will you finally be saved
Or will you fall apart in my arms?
Will I fall apart when her face is melting in my palms?
When all the rain and blood and feelings evaporate
And all the flesh falls from the bone anyway
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