So I sit in my chair, listening to my groaning heart.
And with a great sigh of stuffy air, my mind is overwhelmed with thought.
Gentle, tender kisses, slowly burn away my lips. Soft-spoken traces of words quickly savage my heart, now gaping open, spilling all wisdom and wits.
And so I sit, in my sitting chair, listening to my open, groaning heart. I hear it cry, contemplate, and mourn, and so I cover it up, quickly saying goodbye.
A lulling head and tear-covered lashes. The most brilliant, consuming sparks, cause the most heart-wrenching messes.
So I sit in my sitting chair, my heart healed from all its gashes. The walls surrounding my heart slowly crumble; the wreckage and disaster have passed, exposing my heart to the brightness of a new day, a release from solitude.