Stay away, you'll cut your feet on these jagged shards.
Stay close, and you'll dangle on the branches
I'll wait for another word from the bard,
But I'll die before I take my chances.
Off the wall in a million pieces,
I could just lay here.
I'm stuck in the creases,
Could I just stay here?
Stay away, you write your songs of love.
Stay close, and I'll sing them for the crowds.
I'll try my hand, I might meet you above
But I'll fly and fear I'd never come back down.
Off the wall in a million pieces
I lay after the plunge.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't lift me back up
But maybe the king himself....
(c) Mel Muscarella 07/09 (so don't steal my stuff, k?)
Not quite finished yet. This was an exercise in rhyming, which Cara can seem to do better than I can, and also kind of helped me put to words where I seem to be spiritually speaking. Even if nothing else comes of it, it was at the least cathartic.