Take Your Time Poem by Sarah Persson

Take your time with your soft tone
And bitter sweet promise,
For your gentle tone claws
At my heart strings, time locks,
I've looked in your eyes
And I've searched through the wells,
Where the walls sink much deeper
Passed slippery rocks.

Can you reach with your hands
And take fear from my face,
The scents expose almost,
An invisible mask,
I've worn your lies willingly
And I've drowned, decomposed,
All my strength now abandoned,
My heart leaps to your grasp.