I want to write a poem for you But you don’t really let people in So I can only write for the father I’ve had Not the one you wish you had been Deep beneath the skin of a man little boy cries frozen in time For a
While you were frozen solid I was falling on my face When I offered you a hand My progress was displaced In the face of your suffering I prefer to walk alone Rather than cut off pieces Trying to keep you whole All the darkness I witnessed Contrasted by beams
Brown eyes brighter than the sun I saw the world through yours before I ever grew my own Strong hands forged in fire and stone You stood stalwart between my light and the unknown Sour words that stung in my youth Turned bitter after half a decade apart Lemonade sweetened
In another life Crescent moons adorn your arms Slipping through my fingers Cocooning an ugly charm A silver touch, soft fingers Gliding across my scalp A luminous smile Feeds a fresh start A whispered plea Let's never be apart Sadly I've grown An unattached heart I&