Monday, October 27, 2014

Sick.

How things have changed.
I used to feel your gaze resting on me
Yet never did I dare to lift my eyes
Paralyzed by such gentleness

Now when I look up
It's like staring into the sky
We wave a flag with each smile
And we hold it high with a wordless promise

How things have changed.
I used to splash in the creek
Used to stretch my hands to reach you
Surrendering my all

Now when I look inside
I don't know who lives there
I'm waiting for perfection, for my answer
What if this is it?

Bet you weren't ready for this.
Allow me to unfold the girl you hadn't seen.
Her deepest parts, her darkened chasms
Her soul, you'll find, is screaming

Aren't we all?
Sick.
But holding on.

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