I’ll change into my sympathy
And play my soft symphony.
Though the chords make no sound,
I will hear them as they drown.
There’ll be something gained, but all for not.
For I can no longer feel your touch
And as I lie below your head
I’ll take another step toward death.
I will be your feathered thoughts.
I’ll carry the weight of your heart.
Lay yourself upon my soul.
You’ll find sleep, and I’ll pay your toll.
Why don’t you lie beside?
Just till tomorrow, to rebuild my life.
The heft of your pain glitters with pride.
As it’s lain upon me, you no longer cry.
But the night is long, and your words fall through,
Everything you promise is never the truth.
I’ve carried your pains in hopes of words to soothe
But I’m broken now, far too abused.
I will be your feathered thoughts.
I’ll carry the weight of your heart.
Lay yourself upon my soul.
You’ll find sleep, and I’ll pay your toll.
The morn is near, you’re almost through with me.
You’ll find bliss inside a waking wreath.
I’ll be forgotten as I lie staring unto,
The hopes that one day, I’ll sleep above you.