Come...

...........Like a baby to the breast,
Every inch of you to test my skin.

You,
Deepen cracks and pour in more.
Still standing at the door... in tears.

And I feel
And do you feel,
Enough love?

Or do you feel,
Or do you feel
Enough love is too rare?

Still,
Leaving me untied in hands
That you tied and locked away alive.

Here,
I can't stand another scene
Can't face another day
In here.

And I feel
And do you feel
Enough love?

Or do you feel
Or do you feel
Enough love is too rare?


You could weather me if I turned to stone
If I turned to stone..... something like a statue.
You could keep me hidden in your garden
Then no-one need ever know.

[ For so bare is my heart, I can't hide
And so where does my heart, belong]