BabyGrace
Refugee
I watch you across the room
your eyes hide my brightness
I'm trained and guided like the missile
homing in on the colour you're wearing
with quick glances and little distractions
our eyes meet
you laugh
and I'm lost
on your lips and the way
your skin creases against my fantasy
what is tomorrow?
I want to be here and now
frozen as I always am so it might
as well be permanent
the strength in your hands isn't mine
just one more time for
my hope to shatter as I
smash it against this blinding wall.
your eyes hide my brightness
I'm trained and guided like the missile
homing in on the colour you're wearing
with quick glances and little distractions
our eyes meet
you laugh
and I'm lost
on your lips and the way
your skin creases against my fantasy
what is tomorrow?
I want to be here and now
frozen as I always am so it might
as well be permanent
the strength in your hands isn't mine
just one more time for
my hope to shatter as I
smash it against this blinding wall.