Here, hold my open palms.
I think I am finally ready.
To put my past on mute.
To be played on a new song.
To surrender my heartbeat to your tapping feet.
To sway.
To dance to an unknown tune.
Take my empty hands.
Take my free soul.
Take my dying crazy.
Take my loneliness as I grow old.
Come.
Take me forever
until my heart is dead and cold.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
Here, hold my open palms.
I think I am finally ready.
To put my past on mute.
To be played on a new song.
To surrender my heartbeat to your tapping feet.
To sway.
To dance to an unknown tune.
Take my empty hands.
Take my free soul.
Take my dying crazy.
Take my loneliness as I grow old.
Come.
Take me forever
until my heart is dead and cold.
