Corrosive thought matter eating away at what I thought mattered.
My heart on my sleeve, torn and tattered.
An emotional warrior sent to battle that here after.
Anxiety is dripping off my tongue, spilling hope with a heavy heart and faded lungs as though my love for you had just begun.
Standing in the sun, holding hands with your light.
Fingertips wrapped my knuckles tight, a sleepy pinky promise tucking me in at night.
To see the things I never dreamed and dream of things I never knew.
It's always you.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 4:18 AM UTC
Corrosive thought matter eating away at what I thought mattered.
My heart on my sleeve, torn and tattered.
An emotional warrior sent to battle that here after.
Anxiety is dripping off my tongue, spilling hope with a heavy heart and faded lungs as though my love for you had just begun.
Standing in the sun, holding hands with your light.
Fingertips wrapped my knuckles tight, a sleepy pinky promise tucking me in at night.
To see the things I never dreamed and dream of things I never knew.
It's always you.
2015
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