5/10/18

Through my sigh, my darkening eyes. I began to share how I felt. And through the rain, the years of pain, I began to love myself.
I explained the way a peice of her stayed in my pocket amongst other things. And if those eyes stared back at me through that screen. I would once again start to dream.

How frightening it would be to share a day with me when you know theres nothing left. Its all empty as it seems and once again the poetry repeats. And if a gentle hand would lay upon my chest. I would take a single breath. And then I would let the moment bloom and the let it ruin me.

Through the years, my spirit has lifted higher than you've ever made me feel. The love is all I had to lose and the fall took all I had.

The sound of strings, the wind through the leaves was the prize I was waiting to win. A deeper gaze, beaten at my own game although I would always let you win.
And through this joy I must admit that perhaps I never had the right words. Fearful of the power you held. And though you never knew me. I wish you did.