The Tin Man
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIoleidZAiQ
He holds his own heart in his hands but doesn't feel it
the tin feels cold to the touch I think he was hurt too much
wearing a funnel over his head he smokes away his dreams
he wants to be loved but, you can't give what you don't get
To anyone who feels unloved today the sun says, "I Love You "
as it lands on the vessel but not the man whos lonesome and gray
he tilts his shadow towards the big forest feeling all hollow inside
no he doesn't remember the last time he suddenly, cried...
Rain begins to drum against his breastplate armor he begins to rust
he hears a tiny whisper a seedling in the morning dawn, " heh you"
"me?" he says, as little fires start, in his impassive eyes of gold
"yes you" says the voice, you're more then just tin, I LOVE YOU!
he opens the little trap door and feels a gush of red, Achew !
For the first time in his life he feels the cold, the sun, the rain, its insane
he can now walk without a creak, he's been oiled with love and he
feels right as rain.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2020
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