Idol
Glass like autumn leaves
Voices churning like a graveyard padded by sunrise
The thick smell of baked bread
And clear unsalted clay.
Your face is a broken doll
Carved under years of cold malplay
People sing your praises
Say they love you
But I can taste your undercolors
As raw as chalk
The shape of all you hold in your skin
And the tired dirt beneath your nails
You can take
Everything
Because you are
Everything.
I cannot look you in the eye
Because you can climb through me
And make me into yours
I cannot hold your hand
Because you can read my blood
I have to ask, "What are you?"
Clearly you are made of something more
Than all I try to shove away
But that piece of me that understands
What you are
Will not go into the ground without a battle.
Glass like autumn leaves
Voices churning like a graveyard padded by sunrise
The thick smell of baked bread
And clear unsalted clay.
Your face is a broken doll
Carved under years of cold malplay
People sing your praises
Say they love you
But I can taste your undercolors
As raw as chalk
The shape of all you hold in your skin
And the tired dirt beneath your nails
You can take
Everything
Because you are
Everything.
I cannot look you in the eye
Because you can climb through me
And make me into yours
I cannot hold your hand
Because you can read my blood
I have to ask, "What are you?"
Clearly you are made of something more
Than all I try to shove away
But that piece of me that understands
What you are
Will not go into the ground without a battle.