I am not one to mistake
Neglect for love
but I have an empty wooden-box
for a heart
that the cold shows no mercy
So just the thought
of another soul
having inhabited the emptiness
And warmed it up,
If just for a little while,
is enough to keep this box from freezing
and I am not one to mistake
love for suffocation,
but sometimes
The air that slips inside this box,
Is too heavy with memories
that it just fills it up
So when I tell you
I have no more space
For a new face
Even if it comes with the promise of eternity,
Know,
that I don’t want it,
I am waiting for the time
When every silent cry uttered
Is echoed through the walls
inside this box
and it is so cold that
No soul dares come near it,
Let alone look in the direction
of the incoming snow,
Then,
and only then,
Would I shatter it myself,
having spent eternity,
avoiding having it scratched
By someone else.
Mar 21, 2019
Mar 21, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC
I am not one to mistake
Neglect for love
but I have an empty wooden-box
for a heart
that the cold shows no mercy
So just the thought
of another soul
having inhabited the emptiness
And warmed it up,
If just for a little while,
is enough to keep this box from freezing
and I am not one to mistake
love for suffocation,
but sometimes
The air that slips inside this box,
Is too heavy with memories
that it just fills it up
So when I tell you
I have no more space
For a new face
Even if it comes with the promise of eternity,
Know,
that I don’t want it,
I am waiting for the time
When every silent cry uttered
Is echoed through the walls
inside this box
and it is so cold that
No soul dares come near it,
Let alone look in the direction
of the incoming snow,
Then,
and only then,
Would I shatter it myself,
having spent eternity,
avoiding having it scratched
By someone else.