I wish I could fix you.
I wish I could smooth every one of your worry wrinkles.
I wish I could tell you that everything will be ok, and mean it.
But the sadness you carry is deeper than I have ever known.
You are the only hope I have ever lost.
The only need I have always refused.
& the only soul I ever rejected.
Too much of you has withered away.
Your body has become unfamiliar to me.
Our words are only those of distance, desperately searching for conversation.
I feel as though I've never known you.
Your face is not a mothers, but a sad & broken stranger.
I just wish I could fix you.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
I wish I could fix you.
I wish I could smooth every one of your worry wrinkles.
I wish I could tell you that everything will be ok, and mean it.
But the sadness you carry is deeper than I have ever known.
You are the only hope I have ever lost.
The only need I have always refused.
& the only soul I ever rejected.
Too much of you has withered away.
Your body has become unfamiliar to me.
Our words are only those of distance, desperately searching for conversation.
I feel as though I've never known you.
Your face is not a mothers, but a sad & broken stranger.
I just wish I could fix you.
