Make Believe

Make Believe

 

Oh, make believe take me away

as if I could be the child

I always wished I could be

Oh, make believe

take my small hand in yours

lead me under the pale birch trees

rough and torn apart

hold me as I look through your branches

hiding from you, and you...

Yes, I'm ripped

my seams frayed

Oh, make believe mend my soul

taken in a summer night

and yet I was numb and frozen

You, yes you hurt me

long ago

and I remember the curtains

blowing away from the open windows

I would not, could not cry out

Oh, make believe

you whisper to the dolls

with their cracked faces

pretending to be whole; unbroken

you talk of love

You, oh you are only make believe...

Angela Minard 2012©