19 April 2012
B......Beating deep I wake this feeling from it's sleep.
Dream days and window watches, The paper boats set sail.
I scratch the skin And let you in.
To easy to familiar My silent house screams at me. I remember fields full of Warm sun and picnic days.
Never revealing all of me You only ever got to see This little soul when lost.
I look you in the eye And I do not shine. I am without That gleaming light That made you mine.
Heart Beats • Opuss № I