My heart used to speak volumes to my brain
Sometimes encrypted, but more often clear
A guiding word to keep my from life’s pain
Ship in a bottle, my thoughts it would steer
But slowly and gently, I shut it down
Listening to oneself leads to mistakes
Responsibility denied, I drown
Shortened my own voyage to fractured takes
The heart swells, the blood boils, we submerge
In a repressive emotional void
The only voice I hear is silent surges
I am only a pulse now, but play coy
I should have listened, should have been aware
Once it’s gone, oh, it’s gone, resident snare
Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 2:31 PM UTC
My heart used to speak volumes to my brain
Sometimes encrypted, but more often clear
A guiding word to keep my from life’s pain
Ship in a bottle, my thoughts it would steer
But slowly and gently, I shut it down
Listening to oneself leads to mistakes
Responsibility denied, I drown
Shortened my own voyage to fractured takes
The heart swells, the blood boils, we submerge
In a repressive emotional void
The only voice I hear is silent surges
I am only a pulse now, but play coy
I should have listened, should have been aware
Once it’s gone, oh, it’s gone, resident snare
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