Our heart fluctuates on a string.
Blowing with the Wind.
It moves....
It sways......
It Breaks.....
It Bends.........
As our pulse quickens.
Like the snapping of shoes on a hardwood floor.
As our souls untie the stirings.
We are lifted.
Past....
The skies,
The wealth of seas,
The dimensions,
We float....
Lost in a disseray of memories and heartfelt pleas.
Broken down by our own lonlieness.
Will someone catch me?
and hold onto my heart when it floats down from infimus space?
Tenderise it...
Lay your lips upon it....
Tie it to your hand so it won't float away again.For we as humans are free spirits; blowing in the wind.
Our hearts fly past it all.
Through the pain witch life brings us...
to the one should we love.
But only time can tell what our strings can take.
Will someone ever hold onto mine?
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1 comment:
So true... you really know your heart. That's a lot to say. Most guy don't understand their emotions well enough, or are open with them enough to express themselves like you do. You're truly talented, Austin.
~Annette Janelle
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