Our heads are round so our thoughts can change directions

Our heads are round so our thoughts can change directions
My skin is as rich as the earth's soul
My eyes are like a deep sea seized with an abyss and heaviness of a thousand untold stories
The way my spine binds at the touch of your fiddling palms
She has ran across the pavement bloody and barefoot for as long as she can remember
The way her eyes light up like the moon when the night time holds her captive
Forced to watch as the drummer boy uses her bones to make noise against the old hollow tree
She felt like a slave to his lips
When she gave herself to him, the walls collapsed
The masks fell off
And when you're that close to someone
They're free to call on your soul, at will
Whenever they're lonely means it's fixed