When I’m a wreck
and I’m spilling tears that carry my secrets from
the deepest well
I hide
inside my chest;
you’re right beside me.
with the cloth to dry my tears.
I shiver.
“You’re safe.”
you gently whisper,
but
that’s foreign to my ears.
Wounded hearts never
believe
a voice that is sincere.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
When I’m a wreck
and I’m spilling tears that carry my secrets from
the deepest well
I hide
inside my chest;
you’re right beside me.
with the cloth to dry my tears.
I shiver.
“You’re safe.”
you gently whisper,
but
that’s foreign to my ears.
Wounded hearts never
believe
a voice that is sincere.
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