If I were to be a day,
It would be overcast
And I'm not even sure that light
Would come, or ever last.
If I were to be a breath,
I would be shallow
Hard to take, hard to keep
From a chest too hollow.
If I were to be a heart,
I would be almost whole
Except for the time I let it sit out
And you pinpricked a hole.
If I were to be a house,
I'd have an iron-bound door
Nothing would enter without my say
And I wouldn't go out anymore.
If I were to be a song,
You'd never hear my words
They'd be in a language you don't know
The language of hurt.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
If I were to be a day,
It would be overcast
And I'm not even sure that light
Would come, or ever last.
If I were to be a breath,
I would be shallow
Hard to take, hard to keep
From a chest too hollow.
If I were to be a heart,
I would be almost whole
Except for the time I let it sit out
And you pinpricked a hole.
If I were to be a house,
I'd have an iron-bound door
Nothing would enter without my say
And I wouldn't go out anymore.
If I were to be a song,
You'd never hear my words
They'd be in a language you don't know
The language of hurt.
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