To times where we're just trying to find something to believe in.
Do you remember those mornings we used to spend together?
My mind is nostalgic now, my heart has been....
The morning gloom, schools that lacked our presence, the empty space in my bed.
My friends keep telling that I have the most comfortable bed, they have no idea...
I hesitated with the devils temptation today, the balance has been broken.
Sometimes we didn't finish our food, and nonverbally solved our issues.
Sleep.
Our backs to each other. I turn around, and turn back around... You turn around, and put your arms around me. I knew. I could feel it in how you held me.
You didn't have to say a word.
Just let your heart beat against my back...
Let me feel you live.
Sometimes I stare at the spot where S/he used to be, Sometimes I lay there to see what S/he used to see.
The mourning has begun. Where my heart goes? My heart has been stained
with where my hearts been.
My invisible scars begin to get itchy, and remind me why I never want to return to that world again.
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