6 days counts
sunrises to
moonrises
while I kick
up my shoes
and learn
about love
A certain
hope feels
my heart
of being
someone
yeahhhhh
finally I
am someone
enter a storm
a synapse
collapse
nothing
Nothing is
home again
Just want
to lay in bed
sleep till I
become the
walking dead
again, fuck, again
it'll be but the
fear has me
years later, like
my mothers
soft embrace
fetal posotion
hold on tight
while your cracked
heart sheds tears
you cant feel
let's go flying
let's go flyingggg
hand me those pieces
ReplyDeleteI will hold them gently
helping to smooth over the edges
because scars never
fully disappear
tears are the bridge
between the fears of the past
and the possibilities of now
and forever
Wrapping you up
skin to skin in silence
saltwater cleanses us both
you
we
are so much more than nothing