Fall in reverse, my tired soul;
Give me your hand and let me wake you,
With your gentle smile and screaming eyes.
...
There are stars upon my eyes, for I see
nothing but the glittering madness of my own heart
within me, beating, at the mercy of
the mothers and fathers before me.
...
I couldn’t sleep.
So tired, my bones drug the ground, making marks and grinding low,
...
Your words, the knife; your mouth the hand that wields it so expertly
as you
whittle
...
In the stillness of winter, these walls are throbbing;
their merciless echoes travel through my ears, their cold dancing across my skin.
Frost curls in the air;
ice dances on windowpanes;
...
I am simply a young woman from America who enjoys the art of the written word.)
Falling In Reverse
Fall in reverse, my tired soul;
Give me your hand and let me wake you,
With your gentle smile and screaming eyes.
Let me know you;
Help me show you the sun,
With its bright, loving fingers and soft kisses.
Show me your pain;
Let me soothe your scars away
And heal your shattered heart.
Sing me your song;
With your weary heart
And shaking mouth.
Give me your time;
And I shall give you my hand,
With soft strokes and sweet reassurances.
Fall in reverse, my tired soul;
Close your eyes and fall forward,
Back into that serenity;
Back into that smile;
Back into those fields of sweet and gentle wonder.
fall in reverse, my tired soul;
And let me be there to catch you.