Ropewalker
Soft as moon
you walk a rope
between life
and death
And I never know
where you will fall
Broken ropes
bloody blades
you try to scrape
away the pain
and hate
Dusty footsteps
are my own
leading back
to the day
we first met
and I know
I would do it all again
But I never know
if you will fall
You tell me
of broken nights
As simple as one, two, three
Choose, act, fade away
What if
you fall
What could sow
such darkness from a
healthy
beating
heart?
How strangely
how suddenly
the joy
of youth
can sour
If only I
could reach beyond
to show you
your worth
If only I knew
how you will fall
Stay, you fool, stay!
Please don’t fall
Please
don’t
leave
me
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