I woke up one morning with a seed in my heart
And an incurable inability to ever let it grow
I held it in my palms
Cupped and concealed in overgrown cowardice
And it never broke past the spaces between my fingers
Or through the holes in my heart
I held a seed in my heart
When my heart couldn't hold anything else
Waiting for it to spread it wings
I watered it in the stormy procession
Of four in the mornings and twenty years laters
And I woke up one day just a seed
In the heart of... this?
With a resolute inability to ever grow
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 1:32 PM UTC
I woke up one morning with a seed in my heart
And an incurable inability to ever let it grow
I held it in my palms
Cupped and concealed in overgrown cowardice
And it never broke past the spaces between my fingers
Or through the holes in my heart
I held a seed in my heart
When my heart couldn't hold anything else
Waiting for it to spread it wings
I watered it in the stormy procession
Of four in the mornings and twenty years laters
And I woke up one day just a seed
In the heart of... this?
With a resolute inability to ever grow
