Bold Marquee
I'm atop a trapease
hardly swinging with ease.
I've been holding a scream.
I don't want to seem
like I'm in dire need
for a cure to a slight
disease but you stretch
and I plead for your eyes
to lock, to see.
I won't blink or shift
east. I'll just stare as
you tease and fall from
this trapease, hardly at
ease, into the raging
sea as the waves swallow
the marquee.
No tears will I leave, they'll hang
on this trapease
until you are flying with
ease.
Flying
With
Me!