The Hand Crafted World of the Prodigy Children
They shuffled in every Page
In every word they flew
They danced in my teardrops
But that you can't do
It all burns from the pressure
Of my reaching grip
The small fragments of people
Trail along my fingertips
They press into me
Our skins never touch
I wish you could do it
But I love them too much
No one has been there
Yet everyone has
Filled spaces within me
Of a thing I can't have
Shut out this earth
You will always run from me
This will all be too much
When I show you it's underbelly
So I dove into it
Popped open a book
No one would swim along me
when they realized my world forever shook.