Hole In The Hedgerow

My heart lives in your pocket

And I’m a baby bird in the palm of your hand.

I’ve never been a religious man,

Yet I worship you unconditionally

Believe in your heaven faithfully

And Like a god you could crush me

With just a look in your eyes

Or lack thereof

My guardian demon

Your opinion of me is my scripture

Your words

Or lack thereof

Could level me so