Your love-
It has taught me two things...

I’ve become a prisoner-
A hostage...

Sometimes...
Just surviving...

Tonight -
Is the night...

A vagabond,
I used to be...

A soft broken whisper,
Too fragile for ears...

I'm still searching,
Beyond those quiet moments...

How unsettling it can be,
To listen to those quiet moments...

You tangled your hands
Into my hair...

With the days far too long
And with even colder nights...

High in the mountains on a rocky shelf,
Contemplating a hollowness unto myself...

There’s a marionette inside my heart,
Tangled into knotted string...