Tree House
It’s not the same as the razor takes to the sky
And I zip up the waves say good night
Place all my memories inside
I drive .
Where do I go
Where you are not behind me
Where do I go
Where you are not inside me
I see you here
I see you there
I write you these stupid letters
And they go no where .
I’m black I’m white .
You’re a burst of light
Maybe there will be nothing I can never do
But here you are
The life in my eyes
The blood in my heart
The bones in my hands
It hurts
But what can I do
It’s smoke in the air
Evaporating
As my pain sinks into my skin like a hot knife melting over and over again
But I would do it again just to see your smile .
My list is a blank page .
I sit in this tree alone .
You know I carved our names
You know you are my home .
-Amy Everett
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.