I stretch my neck and back out each night.
Feeling the tension held there.
It's a daily burden;
The unsaid words that will inevitably start another fight.
It's not that I don't love you
Because, ultimately, I do.
But sometimes I feel my wings are clipped.
Probably because the hands have flipped.
And I'm left wondering how
Or if, I should fly here and now.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 8:04 PM UTC
I stretch my neck and back out each night.
Feeling the tension held there.
It's a daily burden;
The unsaid words that will inevitably start another fight.
It's not that I don't love you
Because, ultimately, I do.
But sometimes I feel my wings are clipped.
Probably because the hands have flipped.
And I'm left wondering how
Or if, I should fly here and now.