The singing self.

I laugh at my errors,
I smile at my sins,
My home, I have lived here,
Like a memory locked,
By your curling lips

You walked in like the wind,
Swelled like my air,
Within these walls,
You were shining,
You were grace!

After your fall,
Before my spring,
Let me nurse,
This broken wing

Green by life,
A collectable by death,
In your loving arms,
Let me catch my breath

Make me a subject,
Click me an object,
Frame me a memory,
Pick me up, for I am fallen too ...