It's in the tense stillness
The quiet.
The beating of my heart in my chest,
So shaky and shallow.
It's the fist in the air,
The blood on my lip,
A red river down my face.
It's the shattering of a heart
Of innocence,
A trampled flower.
It's the thought
That just once
I'd hit back.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 11:26 PM UTC
It's in the tense stillness
The quiet.
The beating of my heart in my chest,
So shaky and shallow.
It's the fist in the air,
The blood on my lip,
A red river down my face.
It's the shattering of a heart
Of innocence,
A trampled flower.
It's the thought
That just once
I'd hit back.
