My Child Comma
Like the storied rabbit, I long to be real.
Maybe you will help me with this, for I am threatened by this fever and this fire. The city on seven hills burns as Nero laughs and blames, and I can only watch it slip away.
And I fear that you will be the boy that smooths my velvet, that puts breath in my lungs. I fear you will coax a holy tear down my tattered face. I "fear" because I should be the one teaching you. But, somehow, I think you will teach me far more than I could ever teach you.
And all I can offer you in return, is a home and a heart eager to beat a rhythm of love, lungs eager to breathe; and a tattered, used up velvet touch.
When you enter this world, I will tell you of the storied rabbit, longing to be real.
You are so real to me,
so real...
Maybe you will help me with this, for I am threatened by this fever and this fire. The city on seven hills burns as Nero laughs and blames, and I can only watch it slip away.
And I fear that you will be the boy that smooths my velvet, that puts breath in my lungs. I fear you will coax a holy tear down my tattered face. I "fear" because I should be the one teaching you. But, somehow, I think you will teach me far more than I could ever teach you.
And all I can offer you in return, is a home and a heart eager to beat a rhythm of love, lungs eager to breathe; and a tattered, used up velvet touch.
When you enter this world, I will tell you of the storied rabbit, longing to be real.
You are so real to me,
so real...
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