your hands and your heart
i wanted to give you something, actually, but in the end nothing seemed quite good enough. i wrapped the sun the moon and the stars up even, and still somehow it didn't seem enough for you, so out of their cloth skybag i took them, carefully returned them to their places though it burned my hands-
no, nothing is quite good enough i think, my words my stories do not glow that brightly, cannot in an instant grip you hold you strangle you by their beauty,
and so i decided forget it i decided,
sent you back to your castle with nothing but dust, the warm dust that only someone that cares for you will leave invisibly upon you
and i think probably it's best that way, i mean, leaving you dusty and empty-handed
anyway you've already got such things to carry
your hands and your heart being the size that they are
no, nothing is quite good enough i think, my words my stories do not glow that brightly, cannot in an instant grip you hold you strangle you by their beauty,
and so i decided forget it i decided,
sent you back to your castle with nothing but dust, the warm dust that only someone that cares for you will leave invisibly upon you
and i think probably it's best that way, i mean, leaving you dusty and empty-handed
anyway you've already got such things to carry
your hands and your heart being the size that they are