I long to feel the sanctity of your touch
a beggar
to assume, to adopt,
all that I am hangs by a thread tonight
I have no need to get home early;
The harshness of the outside world
a stutter
until the night is over,
and some days,
when the loneliness is
upon earth's dirty store,
And the sun upon the cement
it hurts to walk barefoot.
these struggles
for us, of us,
where parts of you may live alone inside
And I am left out to dry
it’s a sadness worth dying for,
I swear-
no,
and through smiling
hurt strikes
and written in blood
there is your name
And I am left with, heavy hearts
that the children filled with gravel.
a beggar
to assume, to adopt,
all that I am hangs by a thread tonight
I have no need to get home early;
The harshness of the outside world
a stutter
until the night is over,
and some days,
when the loneliness is
upon earth's dirty store,
And the sun upon the cement
it hurts to walk barefoot.
these struggles
for us, of us,
where parts of you may live alone inside
And I am left out to dry
it’s a sadness worth dying for,
I swear-
no,
and through smiling
hurt strikes
and written in blood
there is your name
And I am left with, heavy hearts
that the children filled with gravel.