Play with me in the shade, where
my dreams are not
too dusty to hold in your hands, and our shoulders are not weighed
by the world and your eyes
hold stars like they were meant
to glow, your hands craft remedies like miracles;
your soul is too beautiful to breathe
in this cramped ***** place,
your lungs deserve
open air and I want to give you
my dreams before they're crowded
out of my head from
the stale worries and anxieties that twist
my thoughts & nest here often.
Go far away from this place, tie your nets around
everything you love but don't take
anything else with you. My hands
may be bruised and calloused,
but I know how to braid the softest of sentences, I can write
gentle things up under your skin for you
to take along on your travels. I may not always
keep away the rain but I will always
stand beside you in it.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
Play with me in the shade, where
my dreams are not
too dusty to hold in your hands, and our shoulders are not weighed
by the world and your eyes
hold stars like they were meant
to glow, your hands craft remedies like miracles;
your soul is too beautiful to breathe
in this cramped ***** place,
your lungs deserve
open air and I want to give you
my dreams before they're crowded
out of my head from
the stale worries and anxieties that twist
my thoughts & nest here often.
Go far away from this place, tie your nets around
everything you love but don't take
anything else with you. My hands
may be bruised and calloused,
but I know how to braid the softest of sentences, I can write
gentle things up under your skin for you
to take along on your travels. I may not always
keep away the rain but I will always
stand beside you in it.