There are questions with answers I already know,
But I ask them of you still.
In your reply, you planted hope in me,
Saplings that grew into tall pines.
You are strong cabin in the woods,
But I am too much matchstick,
Will engulf you with mouth aflame.
You are bright tulip in fresh soil
And I am vigilant gardener,
Watering to the point of drowning.
You are star-crossed country song lover
And I cannot quit you or get this right.
Crutch and crush,
You whisper in reply to prayers
But I can’t quite hear.
I am too much sound, too much desperate
Last-ditch wild,
Lose what I am most desperate for.
There are questions with answers I already know.
Can you kill a thing by just the wanting of it?
But I ask them of you still.
In your reply, you planted hope in me,
Saplings that grew into tall pines.
You are strong cabin in the woods,
But I am too much matchstick,
Will engulf you with mouth aflame.
You are bright tulip in fresh soil
And I am vigilant gardener,
Watering to the point of drowning.
You are star-crossed country song lover
And I cannot quit you or get this right.
Crutch and crush,
You whisper in reply to prayers
But I can’t quite hear.
I am too much sound, too much desperate
Last-ditch wild,
Lose what I am most desperate for.
There are questions with answers I already know.
Can you kill a thing by just the wanting of it?