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Heart Strings Jul 2017
Can I do this thing?

Where I have my heart on a tight rope string.

With one more added weight it will cascade into a never ending hell.

But oh well right?

What's life without a little bit of risk tonight?

One hundred steps is what she wants with a balancing act to boot.

Until I found out love is not an excuse to put myself through this abuse.

So I'm done and it's safe to say I'm nobody's fool.

So girl if you love me show me what your heart can do.

As all my friends yell in laughter saying "yeah with a balancing act to boot!"
Heart Strings Jul 2017
Over and done is starting to come.

To where I have some and others have none.

I need to give my some to the none then run.

Because I can't let you in and you don't need to be there.

Out on my stairs and twirling your hair.

I won't come back to the choice I have made.

One short reason is because I'm afraid.

So I'll give you this and then you'll see.

To love is more than a saying of words in some romantic speech.
Heart Strings Jul 2017
Hanging on your star.

An unescaping morning.

Trying to find the start to anything left for me.

As you roll your eyes it's not hard to find the beauty.

For you are a challenge and that is why I think you are the one made for me.

So will you give just some of your space in the universe and set it out for me?

Because I want to shine brighter than a super nova for thee.

Just to show the other galaxies that this is where I should be.

Here with you girl the only galaxy I need.
Heart Strings Jul 2017
I am damaged with wounds to heal.

No salt spilled in the gashes of my soul.

Which maybe the cause for the infeaction of the heart.

Where I force love to be removed so I don't have to feel pain.

Inflicted by your actions alone.

Me crying and pleading to God above.

To tape my mouth shut so I don't spew hatred on the account of my pain caused solely by you.

Knowing the one thing I never wanted to be is hate.

When love is prying at the gates of my walls.

Screaming in fear to let it in!

But what if I won't be able to survive your next encounter?

This is where I run...

So don't follow...

Because love all this just says to me I'm not ready.

Love asking in a calming voice back to me when are we ever truly ready?
Most of us find love in the hardest of circumstances. But their is only two choices and that is to let fear win or to let love in.

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