ladders.trampolines.
ladders.trampolines.
i.
soft skin those two
hands clinched to the bone
you tie him to your wrist
they can pull it apart
but he's always at the pulse
ii.
he speaks in dim light
flickering as his words fly
paranoia: pencil and paper plots
scrapping across a single desk
pictures on the wall with one cent stamps
scream of crayons against the brick
he spoke with god and god doesn't want him
he sobs then head in hands, "who will"?
what does that leave for forgiveness?
iii.
it's never too late
we re-imagined our childhood
as we flowed through the worst memories
we gave ourselves second chances
understanding friends, loving parents
this was the catalyst of the moment we met
and the blank page before it
we are brand new
i.
soft skin those two
hands clinched to the bone
you tie him to your wrist
they can pull it apart
but he's always at the pulse
ii.
he speaks in dim light
flickering as his words fly
paranoia: pencil and paper plots
scrapping across a single desk
pictures on the wall with one cent stamps
scream of crayons against the brick
he spoke with god and god doesn't want him
he sobs then head in hands, "who will"?
what does that leave for forgiveness?
iii.
it's never too late
we re-imagined our childhood
as we flowed through the worst memories
we gave ourselves second chances
understanding friends, loving parents
this was the catalyst of the moment we met
and the blank page before it
we are brand new