hush.

hush little baby

don't say a word

not even with your eyes

they say too much

face tells too much

like if the walls of your soul could talk

they do

and they will.

lighthearted

assisted in defying gravity

and it isn't you

not sure what the combination

but it isn't you.

but it is...

the little house is now a home

and your inexperience mistaken for naivety

all this talking over your head

incessant secrets

told to walls that don't talk

because they don't and they won't

the kind that sweat

the kind that hold dust close like static cling

for fear they'll tell everything

quiet little baby

humming to yourself

don't say a word

not even with your eyes

they say too much

face tells too much

like if the walls of your soul could talk

they do

and they will.