Sakleysi

Tracing little outlines

Fragile thoughts

Plucked from my skin for you

Even if our hands may shake

Bury your heart, let it grow into a garden

I'll still be there when you wake

Whisper precious words

Into my dirt filled veins

Kiss my aching eyelids

To stop the wayward rain

Adorn me in flowers

That grow from your skin

Forget how i cowered

Forgive my past sins

Seal my woes

And nurse my scars

I am the moon

And you are the stars