It's hard to explain
how this heart feels.
Like laughter lost in echo
and your warm touch
now long gone cold.
Anxious, breathless;
something lost I need
so desperately found.
Empty perhaps.
Abandoned like houses,
broken like silence.
These hands can't reach as far
as where you lay.
Somehow I feel like I burn at both ends;
the flames now reaching their meeting place.
But it's always better to burn out
than to fade away.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
It's hard to explain
how this heart feels.
Like laughter lost in echo
and your warm touch
now long gone cold.
Anxious, breathless;
something lost I need
so desperately found.
Empty perhaps.
Abandoned like houses,
broken like silence.
These hands can't reach as far
as where you lay.
Somehow I feel like I burn at both ends;
the flames now reaching their meeting place.
But it's always better to burn out
than to fade away.
Conversations.
