What a gift you give to me
That you give free, so easily
And seem so pleased with how i appease your needs
You fill me full of me
Indeed im on cloud nine, im free
How it feels to be encased in thee
Such ecstasy\'s destiny is electricity
A kind that sparks so recklessly the fires that warm me mentally
And cast shadows complimentary to scenes that lull me gently
Sensitively, genuinely
But never apprehensively
With empathy I enter thee
A mindframe from where you may see
That shows me all we\'re meant to be
And all I see from you to me;
A lure for opportunity
Beneath the surface, all I lack,
I see what you\'re holding back
It\'s surfaced, stacked upon my back
I\'m jacked up so much might collapse
Your purpose giving me this gift
Is passing baggage I can\'t lift
You\'ve cracked, I bandage all your slits
And missed the gist of your entrapping, clamping
Stamped and taped-shut packing,
A gift I never really wanted,
Only cared about the wrapping
Enribboned wrists no longer lift
Ensnared within your guilt trip grappling
In your hands, to me you\'re clasping
On and all I see is falling, hardly much from me, but always
Falling; all I see of thee
Beneath my solid ground you plunge
And try to clutch to all you see
And while you\'re hanging on to me
We\'re falling
Falling, you and me