Tale between the Lines
Tale between the lines
I read your words so young you sound,
your heart a twisted road,
upon it lay traps and snares to the side a little toad.
I can only read a tale I see between the lines,
but I can see the shadows with sharp claws as they climb,
I do not know your story but I see the weeping willows,
I do not know your pain but I see the rocks your pillows.
I can not say a word for my road is twisted to,
the irony of knowing is something we have to do.
ive seen so many children I want to wrap up in my arms,
so many that are broken I want to shild from harm.
To watch them grow like faded photos
tears my heart in two,
The sad thing is I see that child deep inside of you.
I havent any wisdom words other than you can fly,
wings may be broken, though I dont know why.
twisted roads can straitin while your in a waiting place,
but don’t move to slow and don’t use to much haste.
We all have our roads to walk no one can feel our shoes,
Some have forever sunny skies,
but I see storms in you.
I lay out on the plush green grass,
the clouds passing over Texas skies,
looking for an answer to many reasons as to why.
I do not know your tale I must read between the lines,
Your heart a twisted road,
trapped in the snarls and vines.
there’s tyranny inside the print of bruises long ago,
and though they can’t be seen now there tender words do show.
The shadows grip like heavy chains,
they bind you like Prometheus to the mountain top,
and inside I see your struggle one that doesn’t stop.
I can not say how to break the heavy chains inside,
but a tear I shed for you because I relate to what’s inside.
a dragon lurks with fire breath stomping through your soul,
trying to consume you take over your control.
behind your rocks for pillows I see you bow your head,
your life a long story but your alive not dead.
you made it to the morning that light is just enough,
and something else I see is a survivor brave and tough.
I read your words so young you sound,
your heart a twisted road,
upon it lay traps and snares to the side a little toad.
I can only read a tale I see between the lines,
But I can see the shadows with sharp claws as they climb.
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