TheCourtRose

Crying there, hiding in the aisles I sent the dolls to the thrift store for safe-keeping No one would want them, I told myself But the store was sold and strangers came in and they tried to take the dolls away The dolls I sold myself, but had kept my eye on just the same Dodging movers right and left I needed to get them back Their ceramic faces and dirty dresses peeked out from boxes I bargained desperately, offering money that I didn't have, just to possess them again  I sold them, but never let them go I'd rather have their weight in my hands than just an empty memory

I'm going to staple your eyelids open so that I may gaze into you Hold still, so I can tighten the ropes about you I love having you close to me Hush, precious broken fingers mend I'll hold the glass to your lips when you thirst Do you thirst for me, lover? We have all the time in the world now to be together I will stroke your cheek and smile as tears of joy slide down your face This is what you wanted, right? To be with me? Your eyes say so The soul never lies