Hang Onto Me

Lay me down
where the grass can tickle my lower back.
Let me lay there until morning.
When morning does come,
come outside and meet me there.
Whipe the due from my tired eyes,
and cover my lips in Spring.

I am so tired of being mean.
I want to grow like a tree.
I want to stretch out my arms
and give people something to hang onto.
I want to fill lungs with clean air,
want to give them a reason to breathe.

Hang onto me.
Let me fill your lungs,
I will be your breath of fresh air.
Let me grace your shoulder
with the tickle of my hair in the early mornings.

Yes, I need you here.
I would ask you to fly to me
if I thought you were magic,
but you are so real
when you say, "we can do this."

I am so tired of being mean.
I want you to grow into me.
Spark a reason in my heart for me to start believing
this is where I need to be.
I want to get lost in this
like you beg for me to let you
get lost in me.

Hang onto me,
that's what love is for.
Its for growing like a tree.
Giving people something to hang onto.
So love me.

I'll be your tree during the summer.
I'll protect you from the sun,
I'll make sure to protect, not just anyone,
but only people who are in love because they need to know
the trees are for love.
They're for growing limbs for people to hang onto.

Hang onto me.
But when winter comes
and all my branches die and fall off,
and I'm no longer protecting anyone.
Light a spark in my heart,
I want to be a fire.
I want to be the reason for bringing couples together.
Tangling in eachothers arms under the cold, dark sky.

"I am yours.
If you are mine."