wintry kite
Hold on just a little longer
Keep pushing till you can’t
No longer. I hold in my hand
The truth that needs to be told
You hold in your hand my heart
That you once willingly sold
Am I nothing but a prize you won ?
Are you sick of me because I
Can’t give you what you want ?
Speak up before I walk out the door
Because once I leave you won’t see
Me anymore.
frank niche