There goes my heart
Walking down the road
Right to you
Waiting at the end,
It's squeezing and pumping
Constraint with love
I can't breathe its so much,
I can see you smiling
That twinkle in your eye from far away
But as I get closer you step away
Your twinkle now a tear
My heart turned to stone,
as you run.
I stand on my own,
Emotions intact,
No spillage of jealousy,
No drop of anger,
Just a small leak of sadness from my depressing tear duct,
Sliding down my petite body,
Across my small chest,
To sit in my belly button,
The little watery dip reflecting my inner nothingness.
Walking down the street,
Perplexed by every second glance,
I'm not a travelling show,
Why did you look at me like that?
Is there something on my face,
A little ridicule I stepped out the door with this morning,
I look at myself in the reflection of a window,
I look the same as I do everyday,
So what is so different today,
My messy blonde hair is the same,
Glasses the same shape and colour,
My small features all put together the same,
So why do I seem as though I'm different?
There goes my heart
Walking down the road
Right to you
Waiting at the end,
It's squeezing and pumping
Constraint with love
I can't breathe its so much,
I can see you smiling
That twinkle in your eye from far away
But as I get closer you step away
Your twinkle now a tear
My heart turned to stone,
as you run.
I stand on my own,
Emotions intact,
No spillage of jealousy,
No drop of anger,
Just a small leak of sadness from my depressing tear duct,
Sliding down my petite body,
Across my small chest,
To sit in my belly button,
The little watery dip reflecting my inner nothingness.
Walking down the street,
Perplexed by every second glance,
I'm not a travelling show,
Why did you look at me like that?
Is there something on my face,
A little ridicule I stepped out the door with this morning,
I look at myself in the reflection of a window,
I look the same as I do everyday,
So what is so different today,
My messy blonde hair is the same,
Glasses the same shape and colour,
My small features all put together the same,
So why do I seem as though I'm different?
His very nature makes it so easy to just say yes, just accept him and allow myself to be whisked off to a world of blissfulness, of simplicity, of security. He makes it so easy to just go along, to take his hand and allow him to lead me to a comfortable oasis of chivalry and laughter and a sense of normality. But my eyes and my heart are set on a different place, a place of darkness and subtleties and uncertainties as tangible as the night air. A different person, a different place where I must have my hopes and dreams laid out before me while I wait amidst my darkest miseries--all while awaiting his arrival, the arrival of the other to which