BabyGrace
Refugee
I am a criminal imprisoned by
the bars my mind forges in front of me
and my only sin lies
in how badly I want to be you;
written words stifling
what I really want is what could kill me
I am just glass
transparent in my needs
and what is not me
shying away from any hope and daring myself to slide
making living seem so mundane
become just a pair of eyes
made to follow you
digging little holes to hide my head in,
scratching little wounds to shelter my soul in;
a pitted and scarred face
lunar in all its beauty,
possessed in all its madness;
in between I am caught and
you are so perfect;
no one could ever live
up to my image of you.
the bars my mind forges in front of me
and my only sin lies
in how badly I want to be you;
written words stifling
what I really want is what could kill me
I am just glass
transparent in my needs
and what is not me
shying away from any hope and daring myself to slide
making living seem so mundane
become just a pair of eyes
made to follow you
digging little holes to hide my head in,
scratching little wounds to shelter my soul in;
a pitted and scarred face
lunar in all its beauty,
possessed in all its madness;
in between I am caught and
you are so perfect;
no one could ever live
up to my image of you.