When I pull off those strangled lines
I try to hold right and tight my emotions
that I might lose one day
while having a cheap wine
my paragraphs were meant to sneak
inside your heart
and resonate the message I scream
for you to know what makes me fall apart
but some words are meant to be felt
not explained or
to make sense to either.
They exist just to exists
for the sake of a tear I lost while hiding in the washroom,
sometimes complimenting sometimes substituting
One day, the strangled words will make sense
One day, It will all be explained
Long after I am gone, untangle my words and talk to them.
They will talk to you.
I promise.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 7:15 AM UTC
When I pull off those strangled lines
I try to hold right and tight my emotions
that I might lose one day
while having a cheap wine
my paragraphs were meant to sneak
inside your heart
and resonate the message I scream
for you to know what makes me fall apart
but some words are meant to be felt
not explained or
to make sense to either.
They exist just to exists
for the sake of a tear I lost while hiding in the washroom,
sometimes complimenting sometimes substituting
One day, the strangled words will make sense
One day, It will all be explained
Long after I am gone, untangle my words and talk to them.
They will talk to you.
I promise.