Restless heart,
Why bleat when you'll be full soon?
A simple breathing exercise
Turned panic attack, you can't decide, why?

You'll be laughing
Tripping over drains, pebbles
With a friend who covered a vast distance for you
Isn't that healing?

Nagged to leave
But there's a part of pain you'll always keep
With no eyes you're ******
Though in the rush there's luck

There's a restless heart
That pleads with me to let it be full
And I can't promise it
But believe me, I'll try.
These Sunday eyes I'll vow to dry.