Sore Heart
Heart is soreflexed up with painEyes are drownedtears pour like rain If words could stop turning into an arrowLife would surely change
Heart is soreflexed up with painEyes are drownedtears pour like rain If words could stop turning into an arrowLife would surely change
I seeked love in your farewell hug,a souvenir for my longing heart.
The silver fanged roofa temporary shelter that’s a conscious reminder ,being grey has no worth
An andrealine rushthe first glimpses of springsweatshirts seek comfort
It all falls into place like a solved jigsaw puzzle,the dewdrops slide down the glass panes,lining up towards the garden pot that sits at her kitchen
The heart has been pumped with a temporary infusion of oxygencoz the weak/frail keep dodging his heart