My Shape

The sun is getting lower
the air turns slightly crisper
your warmth is leaving my body
I hate the sound of fading
can’t stand the shape you’re drawing
surprised to see us still mortal
But I am not afraid to let go
I am so sorry to hear that
your holy war is over
just when you decided to fight
Something cold and shallow
found its home in your wiring
Hard wiring can be so lethal
But I am not afraid to let go
It turns me over and over
but I feel freedom coming on.
Do you wish I was more fragile?
Do you want to break me?
Do you wish I was more pliable?
Do you want to bend me?
Do you wish I was more fragile?
Do you want to break me?
Do you wish I was more pliable?
Do you want to change my shape?