I see you.
Peering through your chainlink fence,
Anxious to see what’s going on outside,
But, not enough to actually come out here.
With your rickety lock and rusty old key,
Ready to lock me to your fence,
But never considering locking me behind it.
I can see the scars you fail at hiding,
From prisoners who got away.
But, why can’t you see,
That you really don’t need,
That fence or that lock,
Or that key to keep me?
Take down this fence,
And, let me step in,
To love you completely and let you breathe easy.
I do have eyes that work.
06.2011
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
I see you.
Peering through your chainlink fence,
Anxious to see what’s going on outside,
But, not enough to actually come out here.
With your rickety lock and rusty old key,
Ready to lock me to your fence,
But never considering locking me behind it.
I can see the scars you fail at hiding,
From prisoners who got away.
But, why can’t you see,
That you really don’t need,
That fence or that lock,
Or that key to keep me?
Take down this fence,
And, let me step in,
To love you completely and let you breathe easy.
I do have eyes that work.
06.2011
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