PARTITIONS
PARTITIONS
Bounded by the glass case
I am inanimate object filled with desires
And I convey them to her, to eyes that resemble fire
She tells me when the morning comings
And I wish to sing to her lullabies
On this guitar strained with nothingness
The world's we live in are so different
Hers is everything she hopes to see
For me it's her stories
She talks to me thinking I don't have a voice to utter
How would she know the words that I have to describe the serenity she brings me
I maybe mute forever, an object of her entertainment
I am limited bodily but this mundane bosom is more doting than ever