Rough Draft

Please tell me, dear darling
How great do you feel,
With words you recycled
heart on the table to steal.
With my hammer and pry
I'll crack into your shell
another day of this heat
and were walking through...
eggshells.

So put your eyes in my hands
I'll set my feet in your shoes
A problem like this
Cant be fixed with any tools.

But please,
Dont do this to me.
We're only so free.
Dont waste it in though
This time act on your feet.
They say,
What love without faith,
and whats faith without heart?
But when both are void
then its a still-born start.
Dont hide,
From the demons that
haunted your past.
Its a flat footed relay
and youre next on the pass.
Youre heading off track,
and youve got the whole
team in tow.
Youre just fleeing the scene
theyre behind, trading blows.

So put your eyes in my hands,
I'll slip my feet in your shoes.
when you choke down your options
You'll have nothing to lose.

So drop,
dead as a stone
are the words of your home
fly,
away from yourself
[to be continued]