. The Budding Of A Song

Give me something to breathe,

You are what I need when pressure is breaking down on me. 

Different philosophies of what we should be,

I shape shift to be what you desire,

To fit into your heart-

Under your lock and key-

Slip me into your pocket-

Safe I will be.

I long to see the words in your eyes, to unravel what's in your soul,

To apprehend what you hold close, What you fear, what makes you free. 

I want to sing the songs that you write, 

Place your hands on me In superfluous harmony. 

Break me down into your arms, make me flutter with your charms. 

Be authentic with me, don't scare off easy for the veracity of alarms. 

What's the harm in dreaming with me, 

I'll lean into all that you are.

My history, my name, it matches you my freckled scar. 

There's beauty in disaster, 

The small frailty of who we are,

There's distance and inquisition- 

Why the connection-

What's our place, our position?

A cocoon to a butterfly,

Life in constant transition.

I am bewildered by your delicate beauty, You can not hide your spark.

You could win over any, 

You capture me, even in the madness of dark.

I know your sensitivity,

I understand it well,

We who are made of fibrous fragility.

It's more difficult to hide our brokenness,

The heaviness is the story we tell.

Know that I feel you,

I possess the same finger printed stains, 

Know that I am close 

Even though I am far away. 

There's a lulling in your voice,

It charges me on-

Invites me to stay-

Somewhere with you-

In a retrospective choice. 

A journey in circles, never ending,

It is a lover's tumultuous shout, 

The budding of a song.

~K (all rights belong to KeilaCoateWomack)