I once thought the sky was empty,
didn't notice my love for life deep inside myself.
At the mercy of the sleep I found inside footsteps
of someone else.
I did not know if I should grace the ground
with all I believe my thoughts complete.
Or build walls around today
so as not to feel the loss of my defeat.
I saw forever in the past speaking to my soul
with a grip of the darkest hesitance.
It broke my heart when I was born
like a man avoids his dying dance.
I once thought of your fingerprints as the deeper story
I carried with me at night.
But I was simply masking all my feelings,
unknown, out of sight.
So, don’t try to read my mind
from your chariot full of problems, or be my puppet master.
I can see you drowning in a storm of yesterday,
sinking ever faster.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
I once thought the sky was empty,
didn't notice my love for life deep inside myself.
At the mercy of the sleep I found inside footsteps
of someone else.
I did not know if I should grace the ground
with all I believe my thoughts complete.
Or build walls around today
so as not to feel the loss of my defeat.
I saw forever in the past speaking to my soul
with a grip of the darkest hesitance.
It broke my heart when I was born
like a man avoids his dying dance.
I once thought of your fingerprints as the deeper story
I carried with me at night.
But I was simply masking all my feelings,
unknown, out of sight.
So, don’t try to read my mind
from your chariot full of problems, or be my puppet master.
I can see you drowning in a storm of yesterday,
sinking ever faster.
Copyright @2015 - Neva Flores Smith - Changefulstorm
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