On one hand,
You're seeping in
To the most delicate
And untouched parts of my soul,
On the other,
My organs inside
Are like dry rough bark
Anyone who comes near
Is sent away with scratches on their heart,
I want to feel my whole insides become wet,
capable of unconditional love,
But I fear myself.
Many men have tried
to roll like sweet honey into my heart
Once my drunkeness has worn off
Or the initial thrill has dimmed
I scrape them off like a bug from my shoe.
When you look at me it is different,
When you look,
I can feel you seeing inside my soul in a way I can't hide,
Still I try.
I have no abandonment issues,
Or low self esteem,
I am just truly and simply a bird
When I see a cage
I become concerned.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
On one hand,
You're seeping in
To the most delicate
And untouched parts of my soul,
On the other,
My organs inside
Are like dry rough bark
Anyone who comes near
Is sent away with scratches on their heart,
I want to feel my whole insides become wet,
capable of unconditional love,
But I fear myself.
Many men have tried
to roll like sweet honey into my heart
Once my drunkeness has worn off
Or the initial thrill has dimmed
I scrape them off like a bug from my shoe.
When you look at me it is different,
When you look,
I can feel you seeing inside my soul in a way I can't hide,
Still I try.
I have no abandonment issues,
Or low self esteem,
I am just truly and simply a bird
When I see a cage
I become concerned.
