FALTERING

I never aimed to be the one to falter,

Thought I’d be the first to slip into the dusk,

I couldn’t learn to linger, couldn’t alter

How I saw only my own wounds, my own rust.

I keep recalling that twilight in June,

When words fractured the air like brittle glass,

I didn’t want to admit you spoke the tune,

Like autumn creeping in, I felt it pass.

Does anyone fathom how to cradle my soul,

How to cradle my soul?

I’m not ready to release, release, release too fast.

I need to confess before the stars grow cold,

How to cradle my soul,

I’m not ready to release, release, release our past.

I’m not the sort to spin deceitful threads,

But the truth is, you’ve been dodging it as well,

I glimpse the farewell lurking in your gaze,

Whispering what no voice could ever tell.

Does anyone fathom how to cradle my soul,

How to cradle my soul?

I’m not ready to release, release, release too fast.

I need to confess before the stars grow cold,

How to cradle my soul,

I’m not ready to release, release, release our past.

Bridge:

Is anyone out there,

Hearing my plea?

Does anyone fathom how to cradle my soul,

How to cradle my soul?

I’m not ready to release, release, release too fast.

I need to confess before the stars grow cold,

How to cradle my soul,

I’m not ready to release, release, release,

I’m not ready to release, release our bond,

I’m not ready to release.

poetryandrain