tired bones from tired bones by Michael Olivier

why does my love stick to my ribs
between my heart and words i lose behind my lips
its keeping me from saying this
hoping melodies convey the point i missed

i am scared
that when we’ve left our homes and nothing’s there
to lay beside our tired bones
i’m not prepared to leave behind the ones i love
i haven’t told them enough

why do i run so far from home
but shoulder bricks from houses past out on the road
its keeping me from walking straight
to feel my back breaking beneath my passion’s weight

so here i go
with words that come in screams instead of notes
they are the marrow in my bones
and i need you to know i fucking need you
i am terrified that someday i will die
with no love left to bury me inside
so i risk embarrassing myself

you are the reason i survive
you are the reason i survive

lay beside these tired bones
and call it home
the only one we know

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