There's a storm inside of me
and I can't find shelter
beneath brittle bones.
I've been longing for a safehouse
and a bed that can hold.
Don't let these sheets pull me in.
Every inch of
with What Was and What Could Be
Help me build this body into a home.
I know my old soul is an ancient ruin,
but if you'd pace my cracked-sidewalk-veins long enough,
you would learn that there is beauty in history
that can be found
in every crevice
Free my chest cavity of the echoing dull thuds
and play me your favorite bird song.
I want to fly to far off places with you.