As the temple throbs
For each wham of a thought
A push back is made
Leaving you distraught.
As each stitch is cut
And the wound gapes wide
The light in your eyes dims
Your gaze cast aside.
You question yourself:
"How can a heart, once young and ready,
Turn its petals to shades of ash,
And cower when it wants to be happy?"
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
As the temple throbs
For each wham of a thought
A push back is made
Leaving you distraught.
As each stitch is cut
And the wound gapes wide
The light in your eyes dims
Your gaze cast aside.
You question yourself:
"How can a heart, once young and ready,
Turn its petals to shades of ash,
And cower when it wants to be happy?"
