it can be a song, it can be a poem. it can be a falling leaf, drops of rain, or a sudden gust of wind. it can be anything. there needs to be something out of all the little things. something to make at least a quarter of my heart float back into place...
my heart is heavy.
who do i tell?
i guess it's them again..
the stars, the trees, the seas
at least they stay for more than a moment. even if someday, they too..
will leave.
i occasionally lose interest on everyone and everything but i keep telling myself it's okay. it's normal to have those days. as long as i can still see my way back, i'll be okay.
inside that person
are books and sad songs,
red wine and roses,
and rain and sunsets,
the trees and twilights,
starry skies,
those hazel eyes...
and
the city lights