Lined Spaces.

My bed is sending me some serious sleep rays.
My pen is shrieking for me to write.
And my mouth is a close call to I'm sorry.
I can't remember the last time I felt like this.
I showed you my palms today.
And I wished you would have held them,
But those fists didn't waver.
And my heart beats a new tune painfully.
Call to me. I will listen.

Reviews

[Cristy]

"I showed you my palms today.
And I wished you would have held them,
But those fists didn't waver."
Absolutely beautiful