If you shatter me you could see right threw me.
If you cared to look, you would find
The decay of my heart manifesting on the floor.
If you cared to look you would see my hands,
Drawn thin and white knuckled
Grasping
Grasping for you
---
A nest of small tinder laying in a blackened pit,
Surrounded by large blocky logs
A small spark-
So small even the tinder barely feels it,
Prods itself deep into the nest.
It grows it's own angry roots,
It flickers them up the pile,
It consumes the nest in its
Small chance of survival.
It is overbearing.
So let me dash the fire with my fist-
Inhale the aroma of a chance-
Burn myself upon my hope.
---
A lost boy wanders in the woods,
Hoplessly lost without a clue what to do
He wanders eternally.
---
A young woman is curled upon her run down sofa,
Numbly wondering why his name can't get out of her head
She likes him
A lot
She just can't bring herself to spark a fire
She won't call his name
She closed herself off...
Again
-
A young man sits dumbfounded on the floor in the center of his room.
He can't understand why,
Why she won't feel the same
His passion is tender and transparent and his hope is ever-grasping
His soul is lost without guidance
His heart is lost without love.
-
So why must our love be broken my sweet...
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
If you shatter me you could see right threw me.
If you cared to look, you would find
The decay of my heart manifesting on the floor.
If you cared to look you would see my hands,
Drawn thin and white knuckled
Grasping
Grasping for you
---
A nest of small tinder laying in a blackened pit,
Surrounded by large blocky logs
A small spark-
So small even the tinder barely feels it,
Prods itself deep into the nest.
It grows it's own angry roots,
It flickers them up the pile,
It consumes the nest in its
Small chance of survival.
It is overbearing.
So let me dash the fire with my fist-
Inhale the aroma of a chance-
Burn myself upon my hope.
---
A lost boy wanders in the woods,
Hoplessly lost without a clue what to do
He wanders eternally.
---
A young woman is curled upon her run down sofa,
Numbly wondering why his name can't get out of her head
She likes him
A lot
She just can't bring herself to spark a fire
She won't call his name
She closed herself off...
Again
-
A young man sits dumbfounded on the floor in the center of his room.
He can't understand why,
Why she won't feel the same
His passion is tender and transparent and his hope is ever-grasping
His soul is lost without guidance
His heart is lost without love.
-
So why must our love be broken my sweet...
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