In my hands I hold a lot…. it may not amount to much, but its my everything and I’m proud of the things I got.
I carry it all well, ok so maybe that’s just the little white lie I tell.
I know somethings slip between the cracks in my fingers…
I see them there lying on the floor as I go to shut yet another door.
Its okay its just another of the million peices of me that get lost in you.
A tiny bit of my heart is on the soles of your kicks… I am readying my stone cold cheek for my well deserved licks.
and I can take it… strong enough to love and lose… and accept the wheel of time turning… the season white hot, it’s burning.
I would strip you bare of your soldiers’ shoes.
