John

In the black, i spoke to John...And the world had gone cold in his mind.
I didnt change in his mind
I had kept him warm...
John held my hand in desire for my heart and more.
His hands were little but he grasped like a Man
His embrace held me in the world i wanted to be in.
I was finally accepted in his eyes.
John was his name, but it was all fowl play.
As he arose to keep the calm
Another took his place.
In return I was stolen by another.
But i was not yet done with this life. For John had kept me alive.
So I kept him here in my heart as I kept the other in my pocket.