humming and
i wish
the world weren’t
so silent
if
i had a chance to
hold the music again
i wouldn’t let it slip through my fingers
oh you made me a sculpture
the parts you carved out
a hollow ache
but some new shapes
i’ve learned to love,
do you know how many
cracking wrists
i’ve paid to
write this symphony of
clinking glass tears
and frozen windchimes
oh you made me a performer
pretty surface of fake smiles
i acted and
acted and
acted
until
i didn’t
until
the show was
me and
i was the show and
the world seemed to be watching
with vinegar eyes
is it stage call yet?
is it over?
is it over?
oh you made me a daughter
a halfgirl of halfdreams
walking on stairs missing steps
and searching for the soul
she was promised
future is on the horizon
beautiful but forever
retreating
a sunlit decrescendo
into the
quiet distance
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