INCOMPLETE LULLABY
Like a fading voice, like a closing door,
Like a dozen lies and a dozen more.
Like a twisted tongue, like a distant bark,
When we broke out into the dark.
Stars looked like burning sparks.
The lights were on but chilling.
You left me feeling,
Tired, I could not close my eyes.
On fire, but frozen inside.
To run or to hide.
At the moment, I absolutely love Lisa Mitchell. (thanks to Ellie Rose)
