ButrosButros_Grantos
Bluelighter
Outstretch your hand, and I do try
to stay this time, but this awry-
so I retreat into my shell
and there in echoes I do tell
the empty space, I'm not ready.
Things light-hearted, may turn heavy
and arms that welcome may be lies
and I have proof or otherwise-
why is my shell cracked decrepit
or why cannot I trust a bit?
Your hands draw back, I come outside.
Till you next reach out, and I hide.
to stay this time, but this awry-
so I retreat into my shell
and there in echoes I do tell
the empty space, I'm not ready.
Things light-hearted, may turn heavy
and arms that welcome may be lies
and I have proof or otherwise-
why is my shell cracked decrepit
or why cannot I trust a bit?
Your hands draw back, I come outside.
Till you next reach out, and I hide.
