I feel it coming
this sensation of old
Like a tornado's wind
quiet before the storm
I feel your heart beating
we beat in tune
But something in me fears
my heart will skip a few
It is an age old wound
that once torched my soul
It was a love for a jewel
that turned black inside
Only because I let go
dropping it to my feet
The shattering pieces
splattering black ink
Enough of the old
I will get back to you
I love what you've done
made my heart into goo
But now I have to run
so yours won't too
It is the only way I know how
when saying goodbye
I just pick up and run
bowing as I go by
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 3:25 PM UTC
I feel it coming
this sensation of old
Like a tornado's wind
quiet before the storm
I feel your heart beating
we beat in tune
But something in me fears
my heart will skip a few
It is an age old wound
that once torched my soul
It was a love for a jewel
that turned black inside
Only because I let go
dropping it to my feet
The shattering pieces
splattering black ink
Enough of the old
I will get back to you
I love what you've done
made my heart into goo
But now I have to run
so yours won't too
It is the only way I know how
when saying goodbye
I just pick up and run
bowing as I go by
random feeling i had while thinking today. 15 minutes.