Hello Bones
Oh my hands which hold this face,
make this grasp a tight embrace.
Walking feet don't lose your pace,
you've moved so slow but won this race.
Hello heart you're a bumbling mess,
You beat and beat right out of my chest.
And conversations that don't exist
between my brain and all these passages
when all I want to be
is the hard-hearted man you'll never see again.
Oh my skin what a mess you're in,
but it's hard to know where to begin.
In twenty years you've changed three times,
I can't afford to lose this life tonight.
Hello bones so skinny and frail,
which move so slow and taste so stale.
- A Song By Jeff
 cotton candi owl · Sat Nov 13, 2010 @ 03:40pm · 0 Comments |
