Tiptoe

Tied on my tipppy toes flying opposite direction high,
let me dance your little songs without any freight,
rumbled and tumbled my imagination up and down,
for you to leave me wearing my pretty white gown.
let there be sparkles in the eyes I owned yesterday till now,
we can sing the books and the letters countless bows,
Imagining my hands over your cuts with flowers you sent with delicate smokes,
singing calm down my heart let people protect you,
You will never make me feel as sad as a little girl I once was,
I will be the feathered heart and soul of a whistle,
don’t let it knock so many times tirelessly at your door,
I am comfortable and warm in the stove you lit,
let me hum a little song of courage and strength.
to be your own.

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