It's the being set aside
that makes me cry
It's the knowing
of being the other
makes the pain
thunder through my head
I left wishes wilted
on the bedside
viewing them from distances
as my heart shut
down
down
down
You couldn't know the affect
unless you lived it
You couldn't know the loss
unless you've given it
There is water
and icebergs
waiting to reserve my soul
until I learn to
stop leaving it in
un-receptive spaces
v.k
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
It's the being set aside
that makes me cry
It's the knowing
of being the other
makes the pain
thunder through my head
I left wishes wilted
on the bedside
viewing them from distances
as my heart shut
down
down
down
You couldn't know the affect
unless you lived it
You couldn't know the loss
unless you've given it
There is water
and icebergs
waiting to reserve my soul
until I learn to
stop leaving it in
un-receptive spaces
v.k
