Changes at my work
have almost rendered me...
This Valentines-
my heart...
Her small face rested on my arms,
for I have approached her broken part...
Walls etched in acidic nightmares
coat the outer rim of my mind...
I smoke to keep my calm,
the nicotine and caffeine share...
Melody speaks beyond the trees
Yearning for her spirit to sing...
Fresh out
from the nest, joy...
and she was....
nothing but bitterness...
Her eyes have become dull,
the whispers buried...
Placing check marks upon the wall
doesn't make the days fall any faster...
This face of mine -
It's just a piece of paper...
I wished for the gift of flight
So my heart may soar...