It is about true love and mental illness |
I give him my heart Still beating and alive And I ask him not to break it For the first time I have broken Down my walls I miss him the most at night As I lie in bed with eyes open Wishing I could feel his hands On my lonely body He is older than me Almost twice my age The strip of grey hair gives him away I don’t mind it He is young in the more important ways I met him while we were held behind Hospital walls I left him there for freedom But still he sits And I am free but not completely I remember walking down the hall Sneaking forbidden kisses and Rushing to touch each other I miss our half hour get-a-ways On bathroom floors But mostly I want him I want him free from the chains They keep him in Free from the hospital doctors Who have no idea who he is Yet they claim control over him They have no idea what its like To keep us separated To refuse lovers of their love He is beauty and handsomeness Wise and wonderfully understanding I keep him inside of my thoughts And mostly I wait I wait for the first night we will spend together With closed eyes and lips connected Fingers intertwined Heart beating together Finally free |