I wanted you to sit
On a park bench
In the middle of the city
And watch me sail away in the sky
Like a kite of many colours
Wondering what happened to your band of brothers
I first saw you in a cloud shaped like a man
And in the wingspan of an eagle
Feeling the grass moving between my toes
I flowered and froze
To become the shape you chose
I wanted you to grow me
Like a tiger lily
I wanted your hand to fit
In the small of my back
But instead my bones turned black
And I blossomed and burned
When your back was turned
I should’ve flown
Before your eyes caught me
And turned me into stone
In your shadow, I am never alone
In your echo, I’m a semi-tone
The history of our love
Like a mystery, like a dove
Is written in graffiti
Where our harboured street
And the moon’s reflection meet
And I’ll always wonder how
You manage to make me feel so tall
And at the same time
So incredibly small.
Mar 18, 2011
Mar 18, 2011 at 12:24 PM UTC
I wanted you to sit
On a park bench
In the middle of the city
And watch me sail away in the sky
Like a kite of many colours
Wondering what happened to your band of brothers
I first saw you in a cloud shaped like a man
And in the wingspan of an eagle
Feeling the grass moving between my toes
I flowered and froze
To become the shape you chose
I wanted you to grow me
Like a tiger lily
I wanted your hand to fit
In the small of my back
But instead my bones turned black
And I blossomed and burned
When your back was turned
I should’ve flown
Before your eyes caught me
And turned me into stone
In your shadow, I am never alone
In your echo, I’m a semi-tone
The history of our love
Like a mystery, like a dove
Is written in graffiti
Where our harboured street
And the moon’s reflection meet
And I’ll always wonder how
You manage to make me feel so tall
And at the same time
So incredibly small.
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