You hold my lines in your hands
As I write between them
All of the things that I need them to say
You read the words
But don't speak their truth
They don't reverberate
It's like a film developed in the wrong light
You can see it but it doesn't look right
Or is it all the same to you
How does the building stand when her structure breaks
She wants to hold steady
But she isn't ready to hold all the weight
And there she crumbles
So you can walk away
Sep 8, 2023
Sep 8, 2023 at 7:24 PM UTC
You hold my lines in your hands
As I write between them
All of the things that I need them to say
You read the words
But don't speak their truth
They don't reverberate
It's like a film developed in the wrong light
You can see it but it doesn't look right
Or is it all the same to you
How does the building stand when her structure breaks
She wants to hold steady
But she isn't ready to hold all the weight
And there she crumbles
So you can walk away
