I grab words from you
They are precious to me
I want to keep them folded
Safe in my pocket.
*But
I hang on to the end of your sentences
Like a starved man holds a crust of bread
I know that you are too beautiful for me to hold
Too precious and rare to belong to me
I am the humble farm boy
You the long haired princess
...the boy who hides in the garden
Just to hear you sing
I don't deserve you
Long legged and delicate
(Keeping a butterfly in a jar
With a single stick to rest on
The hardest thing for the scientist to do
Is unscrew the cap
And let her float away)*
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 6:43 PM UTC
I grab words from you
They are precious to me
I want to keep them folded
Safe in my pocket.
*But
I hang on to the end of your sentences
Like a starved man holds a crust of bread
I know that you are too beautiful for me to hold
Too precious and rare to belong to me
I am the humble farm boy
You the long haired princess
...the boy who hides in the garden
Just to hear you sing
I don't deserve you
Long legged and delicate
(Keeping a butterfly in a jar
With a single stick to rest on
The hardest thing for the scientist to do
Is unscrew the cap
And let her float away)*
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