some days are empty
some days so full
i have become a sieve
filtering residual love
i get filled up with beauty
but the joy passes so soon
am left with memories clinging
on the perforations of my soul
wish i was impervious
or how i wish i was open
holding back or letting go
is such a heavy burden
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
some days are empty
some days so full
i have become a sieve
filtering residual love
i get filled up with beauty
but the joy passes so soon
am left with memories clinging
on the perforations of my soul
wish i was impervious
or how i wish i was open
holding back or letting go
is such a heavy burden
