Time is Slow
PLease don't look
please don't leave.
Just
stay
where you stand.
And when I start to cry
will you wipe, away, my tears?
With soft hands.
But gentleness soon fades
into screams and blades.
You wouldn't really hurt me
now would you?
I tell you secrets
and you keep them safe by your heart
and I trust that the emotion I pour into these secrets
stays locked within you.
I hope that my soul does not give it away
I hope my eyes do not portray
the pain that I feel everyday
and I know that you will not say "Don't."
But I can't help but feel afraid that they may
find out that I'm not happy here.
Would you make me cry?
Would you tell me why you'd turn
on
me
words so soft.
That I barely hear your speech and all I feel
is your anger, pain, and deceit.
My secrets fall to the floor
with my cold knees.
Reverberation
and slammed doors.
But I trust
that time will slow down
and I will be able to tell you
everything.
Just don't say you won't
please never say don't
and let my heart open up like it was.
Don't let all of these dreams become memoirs
of a life passed lived.
Slow down.
please don't leave.
Just
stay
where you stand.
And when I start to cry
will you wipe, away, my tears?
With soft hands.
But gentleness soon fades
into screams and blades.
You wouldn't really hurt me
now would you?
I tell you secrets
and you keep them safe by your heart
and I trust that the emotion I pour into these secrets
stays locked within you.
I hope that my soul does not give it away
I hope my eyes do not portray
the pain that I feel everyday
and I know that you will not say "Don't."
But I can't help but feel afraid that they may
find out that I'm not happy here.
Would you make me cry?
Would you tell me why you'd turn
on
me
words so soft.
That I barely hear your speech and all I feel
is your anger, pain, and deceit.
My secrets fall to the floor
with my cold knees.
Reverberation
and slammed doors.
But I trust
that time will slow down
and I will be able to tell you
everything.
Just don't say you won't
please never say don't
and let my heart open up like it was.
Don't let all of these dreams become memoirs
of a life passed lived.
Slow down.