You weren't another animal in the shed
you loved even before your sight bled
not one to pretend you knew
your eyes only saw pictures that were true
and I wish I could've been so
yet bounded by my mind I never grew
but you tell me its not the end of the show
maybe still in a torn down cabin my world would brew
all my wear and tear in your silent chest I could stow
you wish nothing of me
and that's all it takes to make one want to be
and maybe one day we'll come together and be three
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 12:13 AM UTC
You weren't another animal in the shed
you loved even before your sight bled
not one to pretend you knew
your eyes only saw pictures that were true
and I wish I could've been so
yet bounded by my mind I never grew
but you tell me its not the end of the show
maybe still in a torn down cabin my world would brew
all my wear and tear in your silent chest I could stow
you wish nothing of me
and that's all it takes to make one want to be
and maybe one day we'll come together and be three
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