I put my heart
into a box with walls oh-so-paper thin
the day was to be our last
the last time that I touched your skin

And the day before that
you had just called me your next of kin
and so I kept fighting for you in battles
for a ring that I could not win

So I hope it burns through your fingers
and fits like a shoe too small
because the ring that you wear  
will never answer your heart’s call

I raged but I sang
to the moons I thought that we shared
but it was through the haze of the clouds
I could not show you I cared  

And if I could sing you a lullaby
that would make everything right
I’d make a lasso with our wrongs
and I’d pull the moon in tight

Dress me in purple.
In violet.
In pink.

Say that I am Abused.
Used.
Even wrongfully accused.

Tell me I’m evil.
Damaged.
A freak.

But the best parts of you
only exist in the words that I speak.

Our love lost it’s meaning
like the clouds had lost their thunder  
and I no longer served a purpose
because I had long lost my wonder

Although I planted a thousand stars  
into the shadows of your head
you’ve never saw the beauty
in any of the words that I’ve said

so you spilled through my hands
as your moon began to die
but what doesn’t revolve around you  
can no longer cry

there are no silver linings
in clouds that cannot be seen
and perhaps I should forever
remain a dream within a dream

When I was younger
they had me in Stiches
and I’d watch them conspire
like vulturous *******

The way they would fight
about lining their britches
I saw them circling the skies
for my late Grandfather’s riches  

I was given his name,

His kindness,

And it was me by his side in all of the pictures.

I was the one that was left my Grandfather’s Riches.