One phrase, thought-- but not spoken.
Offered unsafe passage past the lips.
Then I blink.
Suddenly, I'm standing, stripped,
naked, exposed and confused.
Screaming in a language
that isn't native to my audience.
Balled fists writhe in the air,
cool sweat drips
down the length of my spine.
Blank expressions paint
the faces of this grey panorama.
I find that one pair of eyes
and beg with my own, with their tears,
with ache, with a raw, beating heart.
They do not understand.
They will not understand.
I'll be up in flames before
my words are all translated.
My ashes kicked up in the wind.
The epitome of too late.

If you’d ever known
How it feels to be left alone
You wouldn't have gone away
Breaking my heart like this
Crying through the night
The pillows witnessing the plight
Had you seen how the tears made me weak inside
You wouldn't have gone away
Breaking my heart like this
Having been left alone
Amongst so many unknown
The fear of falling down
Had you ever known
You wouldn't have gone away
Breaking my heart like this
Broken promises, forged emotions
The pain ripping through, tearing me apart
You walked away
Breaking my heart

Every time she sins
Her heart roars in protest
Every time she sins
It dies a little
Every time she sins
It bleeds a little
Every time she sins
She muffles its voice
Every time she sins
She pushes it under
Every time she sins
Her heart cries
And every single time
She wipes its tears
And persists.