Years have passed.
The tides have changed so many times, the surface of the land should be different.
The door opens and you walk in.
There is a locked place in my heart, locked and so dark. Never to be opened again.
Yet with one look of your eyes, the chamber cracks and those emotions are let free.
Have I brought this upon myself, is this pain chosen by me.
A discussion, a laugh, that smile.
The clock stares and stipulates.
Then intercedes.
Alone again now, but feeling broken. Again.
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