There is a weight in me,
So heavy in my chest.
Heavy in my lungs and in my smile,
Heavy in my hands and in my head.
It's tied to you,
Weaved into an expanse of
Guitar strings stretching long,
Tethering my heart to your soul.
Every now and then,
A breeze rustles them,
Vibrating the walls,
The ribbed cavern of my chest,
Filling me, taking me over,
With the saddest of songs.
I feel you there, in this sadness.
You swing in a hammock
Tied between two trees.
They root deep
Among amber grasses
Which meet the sea.
And the clouds,
They billow like smoke,
Grey and sullen,
A beautiful muse.
Your pensive stare,
My most ardent inheritance,
A tattoo on your face.
There seems to be peace.
Your kind of peace.
Sitting and thinking,
Changing the world with a thought.
Sometimes I run to you,
The tiniest head of bouncy curls,
To join you,
Watching the waves.
You don't look or stir,
Just place a hand
On my shoulder.
You lay, swaying in the wind,
I stand, eyes glassy beads,
Us, both, with furrowed brows,
Feeling that nameless emotion.
I want to keep you here.
This is the youest you I know.
But I can't stay.
Because life is at my door.
And we're of different worlds, now.
So I just box you up,
Like Pandora,
And hold you there,
Until a night comes,
When another breeze
Will rattle me here.
Goodbye.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:12 AM UTC
There is a weight in me,
So heavy in my chest.
Heavy in my lungs and in my smile,
Heavy in my hands and in my head.
It's tied to you,
Weaved into an expanse of
Guitar strings stretching long,
Tethering my heart to your soul.
Every now and then,
A breeze rustles them,
Vibrating the walls,
The ribbed cavern of my chest,
Filling me, taking me over,
With the saddest of songs.
I feel you there, in this sadness.
You swing in a hammock
Tied between two trees.
They root deep
Among amber grasses
Which meet the sea.
And the clouds,
They billow like smoke,
Grey and sullen,
A beautiful muse.
Your pensive stare,
My most ardent inheritance,
A tattoo on your face.
There seems to be peace.
Your kind of peace.
Sitting and thinking,
Changing the world with a thought.
Sometimes I run to you,
The tiniest head of bouncy curls,
To join you,
Watching the waves.
You don't look or stir,
Just place a hand
On my shoulder.
You lay, swaying in the wind,
I stand, eyes glassy beads,
Us, both, with furrowed brows,
Feeling that nameless emotion.
I want to keep you here.
This is the youest you I know.
But I can't stay.
Because life is at my door.
And we're of different worlds, now.
So I just box you up,
Like Pandora,
And hold you there,
Until a night comes,
When another breeze
Will rattle me here.
Goodbye.
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