Something is amiss in me.
It's an empty sort of feeling,
Losing all of you.
When will I feel real again?
This reeks of permanence,
But I suppose I should have known...
What I said to you never seemed
To ring back at me.
Is this feeling forever?
I don't know how to describe the
Torn and burnt pieces of my heart...
They flutter around in my chest
Seeking hold and cohesion to no avail.
Is there a way to put it back together?
Misused, left out, dried up, dead...
These words resonate at my core.
And, still, so do you, Love.
--C.R.E.
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