You have the world in your hands,
But I wonder if I count anymore.
I recall you calling me your world,
But I'm only a fraction of what you have
Between your fingers.
You started wearing a ring,
But my lips are sown shut,
I can't ask you what it means.
You could have me under your palms
At just a look,
Or that smile reserved for me.
I would give up any pretense
For you in just two words
"Please, Jess."
And you'd have me.
You've got the world in your hands, girlie.
I'm not sure if I count anymore.