MY PRECIOUS
You’re so precious to me
although I cannot show
You frightened me when I was little
And I know it’s your time to go
Why can’t you remember
all the stuff we have been through
The laughter, the losses
I have no idea what it’s doing to you...
Your little precious memories
they start to fade away
why can’t you see me now;
but recognised me yesterday?
You cannot walk away from it;
you cannot deny this disease
But help me to figure out,
what you think right now, please…
Taking time to pronounce
the words inside your head
Your brain is working faster
than remembering what you said
All the times you locked it up
is confusing you now, still
you cannot see the differences
and hunt the enemy to kill
But then the moment is clear
you see the real world again
you try to turn back time
and tell you’re not an evil man
Too bad some people cannot see
The things that exist in your head
That’s the reason you cannot be
The good one instead of the bad…
Stephanie Bakker ©