Living without you

would be like walking on glass,

Now don’t put me through pain when looking at the past.

Don’t say goodbye

or hide behind the blind,

I’ll help you get back into the right mind.

You don’t have to leave,

You can cry on my soggy sleeves.

I’ll catch you before you fall into the oily pit.

Trust me,

You will no longer be put on the shelf.

Elves on the shelves used to creep me out

But you are no elf to me.

You’ve just been shot down.

Fear will not be held,

It’ll be released

as we gain hope.

You will not become deceased,

Not in my hands.

I’ll take you back to your homelands.

Now come cry on my soggy sleeves.

-p.g.y