Twine
Foolish chiding of myself. Endless bickering within me. Eternal war only because I had one tiny taste. Such a child in the this world of lusting lovers. I grew into a thorny shrub and allowed all that was pitched at me, stab me further into my heart. I fell for each piece.
Terrified of making a new step, for the sake of treading too lightly. I only hope that I can seek all the answers I need. Also ask all the questions I desire, without repercussion.
I warn you I carry my heart on a piece of twine. All toted neatly and hidden deep within myself. Only a few are capable of drawing it out. Only on the instance that actions are louder that words, that promises made are true and proven.
Stake the lost. Slice off the distance. Spoken words are truly deaf. None were really heard. None can be mobile until actions are expressed. None were the intentions promised ever really meant to be known to me. Only inside the desires of a lost dream. I care not to go back. I know that nothing said to me would ever hold weight.
Don't ask me to remember. Don't you dare try to repair. Nothing can replace a broken promise.
The air surrounds and whips my face. My mind is ravished by all the nerves. Only forbid me of the emotions that still unravel from these losses. What sense would ever exist after this crash?
I won't beg for anything. Improvements all need to be pressed by the reality of many different star witnesses. I cannot stop anyone. A token once accept is placed high upon the cords. Truth of rare times play out. I can only watch.
I wait for my moment, my time of granted solitude. Perhaps the tides have come, washed clean the writing on the wall. Perhaps one day the terrified strings will unravel and life will be calm.
A hope. Never an understanding. Just a hope. A silent prayer. Until then things retain their standings. Truth wins out.
Terrified of making a new step, for the sake of treading too lightly. I only hope that I can seek all the answers I need. Also ask all the questions I desire, without repercussion.
I warn you I carry my heart on a piece of twine. All toted neatly and hidden deep within myself. Only a few are capable of drawing it out. Only on the instance that actions are louder that words, that promises made are true and proven.
Stake the lost. Slice off the distance. Spoken words are truly deaf. None were really heard. None can be mobile until actions are expressed. None were the intentions promised ever really meant to be known to me. Only inside the desires of a lost dream. I care not to go back. I know that nothing said to me would ever hold weight.
Don't ask me to remember. Don't you dare try to repair. Nothing can replace a broken promise.
The air surrounds and whips my face. My mind is ravished by all the nerves. Only forbid me of the emotions that still unravel from these losses. What sense would ever exist after this crash?
I won't beg for anything. Improvements all need to be pressed by the reality of many different star witnesses. I cannot stop anyone. A token once accept is placed high upon the cords. Truth of rare times play out. I can only watch.
I wait for my moment, my time of granted solitude. Perhaps the tides have come, washed clean the writing on the wall. Perhaps one day the terrified strings will unravel and life will be calm.
A hope. Never an understanding. Just a hope. A silent prayer. Until then things retain their standings. Truth wins out.
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