I yearned to speak from the walls of my heart
But it was a glass house.
No foundation
They say the chambers were empty.
I think there is blockage there.
They said I needed to bypass
I said I needed to GET. IT. OUT.
So that I can breathe again
So that I will breathe, freely
Because right now my heart is racing.
And it is not on track
They said I had a stroke
I replied it was a stroke of genius
They urged me that this type of stroke does not come from the heart.
I have to sit down, I have to lie, down.
The room is spinning
And the walls of my heart are caving in.
The glass from the house is hurting me.
I yearn to speak from the walls of my heart
But when I finally tried, the walls were no longer there.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
I yearned to speak from the walls of my heart
But it was a glass house.
No foundation
They say the chambers were empty.
I think there is blockage there.
They said I needed to bypass
I said I needed to GET. IT. OUT.
So that I can breathe again
So that I will breathe, freely
Because right now my heart is racing.
And it is not on track
They said I had a stroke
I replied it was a stroke of genius
They urged me that this type of stroke does not come from the heart.
I have to sit down, I have to lie, down.
The room is spinning
And the walls of my heart are caving in.
The glass from the house is hurting me.
I yearn to speak from the walls of my heart
But when I finally tried, the walls were no longer there.