There's only so many ways to cry
and only so many corners to hide in
outside your illuminated little head.
When the tears kiss your ruby cheeks
or trickle to the concrete
the realness will inevitably snap back.
But, if you truly try to,
you can sob and wreath forever in your mind
and still never have to stop to breathe.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
There's only so many ways to cry
and only so many corners to hide in
outside your illuminated little head.
When the tears kiss your ruby cheeks
or trickle to the concrete
the realness will inevitably snap back.
But, if you truly try to,
you can sob and wreath forever in your mind
and still never have to stop to breathe.
