My heart is broken.
I'm trying to pry...
Trying to tear it open...
Just to see if there is still life left inside.
Moments of happiness mistaken for memories? Hopes? Wishes?
Or... maybe I'm just too wrapped up in these wine soaked woes.
I wait...
Tongue dancing behind my teeth as if maybe they could make a sound.
Or hoping that maybe yours dances faster than mine.
Fear of misreading the signs that this lifetime holds.
Expanding lungs.
Sometimes I forget to breathe.
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