Tired. So tired. My eyes fail and my soul gives up.
All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter
As you walk away, Without looking back, I stand here, heart in my hands. I wish you had stayed Or that I’d done something differ…
I want to hold your hand Tight in my own As we run far away To a brand new home. I want to cup your face
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
I’m sorry I never told you About why I was so nervous around… I’m sorry I never confessed Because you moved on, And I didn’t.
Wet paper arrows quivering against the bright string of the bow. The arrows
It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
My heart Is a glass ball Delicate Awaiting somebody Who will cradle it gently
We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric
What am I without poetry, Without words, blossoming on the page? I would be but a shell of myself And you would find me
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,