His eyes flicker
Back and forth with concern
As he carefully places
Intricate lines
Fiddling with dimensions
Playing with spaces
He is the master
Behind this craftsmanship
His passion in his work
Is something not even I
Could ever be the muse of
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Tight
He will seize
What is left
Of his pride
But he has
Forgotten
His dignity
Between my lips
Harmful
You beg those
Around you
To be gentle with
Your fragile soul
Yet you are the one
Who holds the same
Rusty sword
To your own throat
Fading
I see you in the stars at night
That float above my bed
And through the light
So faintly bright
Your lessons flood my head
Storm
Thunder shook my bedroom floor
The sky was upsetÂ
And likewise so was I
I wish I was as brave as she
For I sit quiet in my demise
Forever
A world without you
I could never
I believe you when you
Say forever
You Own Me
Sometimes I feel I control my life
And sometimes I feel like I don’t
I had no say on the start of my time
That decision was never my own
And even though life is a gift to give
And I’m always in charge of the tone
I really don’t care what life I live
As long as it’s life in your home
