it’s a curious thing
because i’m not much older than you
but your eyes are closed
and your lashes are such
that they look to be drawn
by some artist’s brush
and all i can think
is how awfully much
i’d like to read you to sleep

and all i can see
is how each time we touch
the pain gets a little less deep

you feel like a child
you feel like you’re mine
i feel like i’m yours
so pass me the twine
and i’ll tie your left hand pinky to mine
so no one can make me leave