Mirabelle Skipworth - The Couch

In a living room of stares, her mind was never really there
Yet her words were soft and sweet like maple syrup from a tree
The golden sap caught the ears of a boy who lived his life in fear
And thought her very tender heart would save him from his inner war

He said sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud

He paused a second to catch his breath and said I'm forever in your debt
I'll get a big loan from the bank and make big payments in your name
She cast a line but nothing caught
She said I'm tired, He said I'm not
If brokenness cannot be shared, then why should I pretend to care

He said sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud

He let out a deep sigh of relief, forever yours I am to keep
His mind was coated in her eyes, her ears deadened by his cries
The last words she said to him I hope I lose if it means you win
There's nothing left for you to take, my gift of silence try not to waste

He said sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud
He said I'm trying to be better, If I lie will it not upset her
He said sit upon this couch, you talk quiet and I'll talk loud
He said sit upon this couch, am I too quiet, are you too loud
Well, I'll be quiet

Written by:
Mirabelle Skipworth

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