It is the emptiness, the nothingness, the in-between. Is it broken? Is it maimed?
Maybe I resent it because I know that since it meant so much it hurts so much more. And maybe I resent the fact
There are words that I was mistaken to say. There was one time when we were strangers,
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…
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
Something is dying, Quivering on the edge Of my soul. It is shaking Swaying in the lightest breeze
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
The clouds in the distance Sit, patient Oblivious to my need For rain They promise the rain
I’ll tell you to hold on tight, and we can be alone together in this nothingness. I’ll tell you to tell me a story, and we can laugh and cry together
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…
The wind– A finicky rush That has to be somewhere else All the time. The faint echoes of summer
Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights