She's carrying around heartache,
It's tucked deep into her pockets.
It's heavy weight causing her to stumble.
That light up ahead is for her.
But insecurity causes doubt.
Whispering oh so softly her name.
Others fogged perception forces her to scream.
But all they hear is noise.
Not the heart bursting forth.
Not the over flow of sorrow she sometimes can't contain.
The light still shines bright.
All her beautiful soul has to do..
Is pick up her head from her knees,
and empty her pockets.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 6:07 PM UTC
She's carrying around heartache,
It's tucked deep into her pockets.
It's heavy weight causing her to stumble.
That light up ahead is for her.
But insecurity causes doubt.
Whispering oh so softly her name.
Others fogged perception forces her to scream.
But all they hear is noise.
Not the heart bursting forth.
Not the over flow of sorrow she sometimes can't contain.
The light still shines bright.
All her beautiful soul has to do..
Is pick up her head from her knees,
and empty her pockets.
