My eyelids are lead-weights
I lift them anyways, to see you
My shoulders sag beneath the burdens I've gained
Still, I would find the strength in me to carry yours
My lips hesitate to form the words, sometimes
Yet they're ever quick to kiss you
My thoughts seem to take the lowest roads
Lately, they soar just to catch a glimpse of you
My skin leather'd from a bitter day's work
You tell me it isn't rough to your touch
I count my scars, sometimes they seem endless anymore
Before you come, and I forget their names
I took the stage a villain before
And bowed before the audience, the protagonist
The shadows cleared from around my name
I rearrange the letters, to spell out my dreams
My life before, spilt ink on this page
Now writing deliberate, the words that set me free
For all my darkest moments shine
Under the diffused light of gray skies
I am not an angel made, surely
But a sinner who has learned to fly.
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