Your bones are rocks
And I am flying
Who needs a home
when there's a sky
I still want to be held in your arms
When you behold me
Will you just see
A girl from the Earth?
Because I play in the flowers
I lay in the dirt
I kiss smooth pebbles
And I've learned not to hurt
But this place is not mine
And your bones are temporary
I do not own you
But hold me anyway
Until I get back to the sky
And I will love you on the moon
No comments:
Post a Comment