Sleepover

I can tell you the sound a heart makes as it's breaking.
I can tell you what it's like to find light in the eyes of a child.
I can tell you the difference between now and then
but I'd rather take time to show you instead.

The lines on my palms have long been mistaken for razor blades.
But there's no shade of blood that will protect you from the sun,
so stop cutting.

Hold my hand instead and we'll make fists to fight back.
We'll let loose and swing for the fences,
we'll steal home when no one's lookin'

We'll write the rules of this game with empty promises
so it's easier to break them.
We'll knock a few bricks from these walls
so it's easier to shake 'em.

I've taken shortcuts and highways
but I don't really know where I'm going
and anytime I think I've found the right page,
I get lost in another poem.

You've never known bones like these,
so knees bent, breathe deep
and feel life nesting in the soles of your feet,
just walk with me.

Because these dreams I dream are yours to keep,
if you can make room in your bed
for my heart to sleep.