It's all for naught...I am pretty sure.
Yet I pull at threads
and grasp at shadows
to believe,
to see what I want to see.
Trying in desperation to attach my soul to yours,
I toss my heart in your direction,
and watch as it free-falls through space...
You smile and wink
and go on your way,
just as it falls
with a thud
that shudders through my being,
before I pick it up,
cobble it back together
and by some means try to trust you again
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
It's all for naught...I am pretty sure.
Yet I pull at threads
and grasp at shadows
to believe,
to see what I want to see.
Trying in desperation to attach my soul to yours,
I toss my heart in your direction,
and watch as it free-falls through space...
You smile and wink
and go on your way,
just as it falls
with a thud
that shudders through my being,
before I pick it up,
cobble it back together
and by some means try to trust you again
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