In To You

Kiss me on the inside; can you feel my heart shake? Do your fingertips read me like a Carpenter’s reads wood? could you re-build my life in your shed? Re-paint the years that have chipped away at my skin do you have tools that can mend souls? souls that have escaped, eloped with promises telling you to hold tight and wait Wait. You didn’t fix the clock, did you? The hands still move too fast instead of the beginning, middle and end you told my story in a flick book My childhood is a paragraph, I was young for a page your hands are hard but your heart is harder unflinching, throwing out the parts of me you can’t fit In To You