If my heart could speak
She would cry instead of saying
For the too much pain she endured
Of the aching illness you've tortured
If my heart could walk
She would run instead of stepping
For she is about to escape her shadow
Of her past memory makes the life hollow
If my heart could swim
She would sink instead of floating
For she is out of power and energy
Of suffocated by day and night stormy
If my heart could climb
She would collapse instead of clinging
For her spirit is conciously to pound
Of the grotesque sore stitches and wound
If my heart could sing
She would scream instead of rhyming
For she has strayed beautiful melodies
Of her broken notes and torn voices
If my heart could fight
She would combat instead of beating
For she lost her soul and dignity
Of the love becomes her biggest enemy
(June 2016)
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC
If my heart could speak
She would cry instead of saying
For the too much pain she endured
Of the aching illness you've tortured
If my heart could walk
She would run instead of stepping
For she is about to escape her shadow
Of her past memory makes the life hollow
If my heart could swim
She would sink instead of floating
For she is out of power and energy
Of suffocated by day and night stormy
If my heart could climb
She would collapse instead of clinging
For her spirit is conciously to pound
Of the grotesque sore stitches and wound
If my heart could sing
She would scream instead of rhyming
For she has strayed beautiful melodies
Of her broken notes and torn voices
If my heart could fight
She would combat instead of beating
For she lost her soul and dignity
Of the love becomes her biggest enemy
(June 2016)
