Tears fall from devestation With heavy emotions No late night calls Another night Wandering blind Following a broken heart Through the darkness Pursue the healing is the process
Like a piston in an engine Like a jet in the sky Like a trebuchet once, twice, always described Like a whip uncurling Like a stone once rolled I am always tossing, always turning Life itself into the unknown
i feel weightless as if i'm invisible i could float away like a star that no one would wish on no one would notice and for once, i would be free no longer stuck to this hell I call home
Sometimes I think Could the sun be too bright Or could this all be a fault in my mind Just gravitating towards the light That I've designed To heal But maybe it's not real Could my mind tell such lies? Or have I just disguised My sadness.