and a heart that speaks too loud,
a turn of events led to an epiphany at daybreak.
It was not a dream,
our lips did indeed meet in that pure darkness.
We are all just star dust,
floating around
and eventually, entangling with another,
that is love.
I know this now:
that I am not alone,
but your mind is not yet ready to see just me,
will it ever be?
I still yearn for that touch that
can send my skin ablaze.
I hope that you see that every word
that spilled from my pen and
poured from my mouth
meant nothing.
I cannot stand by what i wrote
once upon a time
when anger still pulsed through my veins.
I can only ask that you listen
to my actions now
and make up your mind.
To have a broken heart means
that you have tried for something...
I guess that means my heart should be shattered
on the floor,
but I intend to pick it up and fight for what I want
until the day breaks and that fight slowly dwindles
with the sun.
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