Prematurely mourning
for a heart that hasn't broken yet,
I know the path is dangerous;
I'll risk it all again.
I see can see the quiet
illuminated in the night;
the silence speaks outloud inside
each time I close my eyes.
Nostalgic, painful memories
frozen, falling like hailstones,
and I hear whispered warnings
hidden in each wicked wind which blows.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
Prematurely mourning
for a heart that hasn't broken yet,
I know the path is dangerous;
I'll risk it all again.
I see can see the quiet
illuminated in the night;
the silence speaks outloud inside
each time I close my eyes.
Nostalgic, painful memories
frozen, falling like hailstones,
and I hear whispered warnings
hidden in each wicked wind which blows.