you
you are quite timid, my dear.
words so soft-spoken
that the wind must stop
to catch you fears.
*i. i know you
sit in the front pew of the church,
yet you don't sing.*
why does your hair cover your eyes,
and your head gloom so low?
why does your presence
not glow?
*ii. i know you
know every answer,
but you don't say a thing.*
you
you my dear, are more than
skin covering bones.
you mustn't let your temple
be overthrown my sticks and stones.
*iii. i know you
contrast every human being.*
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
you
you are quite timid, my dear.
words so soft-spoken
that the wind must stop
to catch you fears.
*i. i know you
sit in the front pew of the church,
yet you don't sing.*
why does your hair cover your eyes,
and your head gloom so low?
why does your presence
not glow?
*ii. i know you
know every answer,
but you don't say a thing.*
you
you my dear, are more than
skin covering bones.
you mustn't let your temple
be overthrown my sticks and stones.
*iii. i know you
contrast every human being.*
