Larksong

I know I'd miss it

Only obsessed for a moment

Give me a sign if you feel it

I'll see it in someone else

You're swayed to mean it

And like your shadow I follow

Is it a reach towards seeing

Or the fear of something else

There's a pulling back beside you

Confessions stretched, a truth that cannot hide

As it fails to hold know I'll let you down slowly

Surrendered on a whisper to the lark

Who plays the liar

Behind a mirror till it's over

Breath the smoke, feel the fire

Sit back and watch it run

There's a string sewn through these veins,

Though I'm half-convinced the body isn't mine

Bones carved and skin that's molded with intention

Strung along, or rather, pulled apart