Am
I sick of the drama?
Do
I want to dive back in?
The
in-again, out-again
Can
I see an opening?
You
closed me up well enough
Sutured
the wound against fester
Applied
enough disinfectant
To
let me know how much I wouldn't miss you
But
the delusion lingers:
Do
I still have love to give?
I
guess it never ends,
While
there's still a life to live
The
fear lies in starting over,
Laying
one's heart on the line
When
it's so freshly broken
Chopped
and steeped in brine
How
do you give when you have nothing
How
do you bring something to the table?
When
the faith you put in life is gone?
You
are willing but unable?
Hope
seems a joke word
Charity
far from the door
Strangers
may look in
But
they will be ignored
Can
you start a heart up
That
has been falsely stopped?
I
guess its in the chest
Of
the guest who knows best
As
to whether love has flowered or flopped
© shaun
patrick green 2019
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