for i was once, carefree

My tiger stripes are in the sky
Stationary, so alive,
Upon my walls on sleepless nights that
Words could not describe.

Once relived by his key’s press
By hands other than my own
Hands that stangled once repressed
That I was once, carefree.

The stripes, they twist and knot like hairs
And make me think of lights up there
My heart may throb that they are lost
But on my walls forever.

In my sky and with my stripes
I own your soul
I hold your hand
I stay past when the skies are dim

When stars decide to lose their gas
I would hope that you should last.
For the tiger has not been slain.

I still hold my dancing stripes
When victories still tasted sweet
When guilt was never mine to keep
Before my stripes I counted sheep
When child’s eyes would wait for sleep.

I fear for stripes, mine, wandering by
For so long I have denied
No longer do they touch the sky
But fall to hell upon my thighs.

But the tiger has not been slain.
My tiger will never be slain.

Only I can slay my tiger.

I know you cannot touch the keys
As you have touched my soul
But either way I fear to care
For you can’t love me more

Take me, take me
To where my tiger’s stripes took lead
As lights upon the navy sky
And re-enact your one key’s press
For I was once, carefree.



vale decir, que yo no lo escribí, aunque me habría gustado. lo encontré en grouphug.us