Why?

Why?

You have, in your grace, the ability to lay wants bare.
A glance, a smile,
Words that curve coyly there.
Come.
Come.
Come.

And yet, kind hands, hold with care,
Tenderly, gently,
This all too delicate glass heart,
Whispering quietly,
Stay.
Stay
Stay.

– Bones 27/11/17