Flattered by the whimsical look in your eyes
You fell one too many times
Down on your knees
On the ground you see where you been lead
Gather what’s left and kneel on your only hopes
Flawless in fact
Perfect in image
Blemished
Scarred
I heard the whimpers
Watched grace become a thing of the past
It slip past you in a scream
In a feverish cry
Break for me
Deepen your love
Crave the fire in your mind’s eye
The child becomes an orphan once again
To this, I see there is nothing
Never sprout wings in the company of wolves
Never hang endlessly on the words of a turned shoulder
Once shattered
Twice shut out
Lost the hand to a suicide king
Failed to be
Lost your gift
Held hands with a loose glove
The broken, have you as their crutch now
I have you as a friend
Lingering in a memory
Your lost
Built of rambling souls
Trapped down in the hole