Tears fall.
It's nothing new.
I break the promises I make with myself
for you.
Again and again and again I reach,
fingers grasping thin air.
That hopeful feeling in my chest
like tiny wings fluttering-
I'm used to that.
But the drop of disappointment sinking down in my stomach
somehow manages to tunnel deeper and deeper each time.
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 3:52 AM UTC
Tears fall.
It's nothing new.
I break the promises I make with myself
for you.
Again and again and again I reach,
fingers grasping thin air.
That hopeful feeling in my chest
like tiny wings fluttering-
I'm used to that.
But the drop of disappointment sinking down in my stomach
somehow manages to tunnel deeper and deeper each time.