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Lion
There's a lion in the forest
And it's calling out my name
I should be lying on his bed
But I'm denying that very claim
I'm only lying to myself
And it really is a shame
There's miles between us
That I don't want to be
And so many words unsaid
That need to be set free
One night I heard him breathing
He was calling out to me
I was trying to keep it down low, low key
But he seeped right into me
I knew one day id open the door
And then I would be needing more
There's a lion in the forest
And it's calling out my name
I should be lying on his bed
But I'm denying that very claim
I'm only lying to myself
And it really is a shame
There's miles between us
That I don't want to be
And so many words unsaid
That need to be set free
I knew he’d be there waiting
When I looked out at the stars
I was hoping I would see him
And he’d want to reach in for
All the parts of me he’d never seen
All the pieces of my daydreams
Now he’s been inside my bedroom
And he’s been inside my head
I can’t see where I’m going
But his shadow’s in my bed
I’ll wash the sheets but the stain remains
and
I’ll always have these burned memories
There's miles between us
That I don't want to be
And so many words unsaid
That need to be set free
And it's calling out my name
I should be lying on his bed
But I'm denying that very claim
I'm only lying to myself
And it really is a shame
There's miles between us
That I don't want to be
And so many words unsaid
That need to be set free
One night I heard him breathing
He was calling out to me
I was trying to keep it down low, low key
But he seeped right into me
I knew one day id open the door
And then I would be needing more
There's a lion in the forest
And it's calling out my name
I should be lying on his bed
But I'm denying that very claim
I'm only lying to myself
And it really is a shame
There's miles between us
That I don't want to be
And so many words unsaid
That need to be set free
I knew he’d be there waiting
When I looked out at the stars
I was hoping I would see him
And he’d want to reach in for
All the parts of me he’d never seen
All the pieces of my daydreams
Now he’s been inside my bedroom
And he’s been inside my head
I can’t see where I’m going
But his shadow’s in my bed
I’ll wash the sheets but the stain remains
and
I’ll always have these burned memories
There's miles between us
That I don't want to be
And so many words unsaid
That need to be set free
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