Ballad for the Orphans.

remember the balance we kept tipping

nimble fingers attatched to timid hands

animate my life so quickly

a scene i have not buried under pain

the sun was low but you looked angelic

your eyes misted with a tired smile

i wondered if i had killed you then

would i have fallen to pieces in your arms

remember the floor slipping away

you kept scooting closer

and i wanted your arms around me

i wanted so badly to taste your lips

to hold your heart the way you already held mine

Author's Note

06.28.2014