Perfection.
I cannot hide behind a disguise
his cries multiple
behind silent eyes- deep inside
& I still can't smile.
Yet, he does after all he's
been through.
& I ly awake
over his crib
praying with out acknowledging
every god that there is.
& numb, taste-less tears run
as I try to hide the pain of his future
to come while
also trying to mask my own faults
& decisions of past-
am I fucking to blame for this all?
was every fucking choice I made bad?
& for what reason I ask to the gods
'bove my bed
did this pain all begin
& when will it end?
He lys perfect.
Perfect hands.
Perfect head.
Perfect nose.
Perfect toes.
In a small blue bed
& though I'm afraid to admit it-
I guess that it shows
I couldn't live if I lost him
(I hope god already knows)
& I beg he won't take him
before the time is right.
I beg he won't take him
every night . . .
Awake.
Standing over his crib.
So perfect he lys there.
So perfect he is.
his cries multiple
behind silent eyes- deep inside
& I still can't smile.
Yet, he does after all he's
been through.
& I ly awake
over his crib
praying with out acknowledging
every god that there is.
& numb, taste-less tears run
as I try to hide the pain of his future
to come while
also trying to mask my own faults
& decisions of past-
am I fucking to blame for this all?
was every fucking choice I made bad?
& for what reason I ask to the gods
'bove my bed
did this pain all begin
& when will it end?
He lys perfect.
Perfect hands.
Perfect head.
Perfect nose.
Perfect toes.
In a small blue bed
& though I'm afraid to admit it-
I guess that it shows
I couldn't live if I lost him
(I hope god already knows)
& I beg he won't take him
before the time is right.
I beg he won't take him
every night . . .
Awake.
Standing over his crib.
So perfect he lys there.
So perfect he is.