Testo POLISHED

POLISHED
It's time I put the elementry side of me to bed
For my will has been marked, shared, and read
but you can bury my whole body
but leave my right hand to me
Whoever wrote this confession down
As delayed as it may be
This mirror is more than chrome Soon enough you'll be no more than stone
and darling please be my own
For I will build you up bone by bone
But yours they're polished and stoic, encased
Decensed,braced, and tightened. They are fake (so what the
hell does that say of your grace?)
And I'm not sure that you have ever been (in any place
that proves your innocense)
I don't have a thing to prove to Charlotte until Spring.
This mirror is more than chrome
Soon enough you'll be no more than stone
And darling please be my own
For I will build you up bone by bone.