Can I sit in your lap and whisper eternities?
Your heart is made of stone,
And my trembling fists cannot crack it.
I’ve no way of saying
How misplaced my feelings are.
If only I could be made of marble.
I call you crying all the time
All those bruised knees and scraped elbows
Of the past, were always fixed with a kiss.
And now your words are that soothing balm.
Like a knight, you’re virtuous,
Hard and unyielding as that armor you house yourself in.
But is it truly armor when that’s all there is?
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 3:23 PM UTC
Can I sit in your lap and whisper eternities?
Your heart is made of stone,
And my trembling fists cannot crack it.
I’ve no way of saying
How misplaced my feelings are.
If only I could be made of marble.
I call you crying all the time
All those bruised knees and scraped elbows
Of the past, were always fixed with a kiss.
And now your words are that soothing balm.
Like a knight, you’re virtuous,
Hard and unyielding as that armor you house yourself in.
But is it truly armor when that’s all there is?
