Hollow love feelings
Up in the ceiling
The memories tingling
In my ear, that fear
Of losing control again
Like it was ever mine
It was not in my plans
To be my worst friend
These energy picks
At 3 A.M.
I used to love myself
I just don't remember when
So I sit in my bed,
Think about all that I have never had
Follow these teary eyes
I don't know what to do
I accept and accept and it's like I don't
My inner monologue
Turned into a voice that has gone sore
The love you gave tore me apart
That heartplane crash
Now the airport's where I stay, afraid
Instead of flying away
No losing control again
But it was never yours
It was not in your plans
To be your worst friend
These earthquakes
At 3 A.M.
I used to love myself
I just don't remember when
So I sit in my bed,
Think about all that I have never had
Follow these teary eyes
The tears are the source of my healing
Watering my heart, giving in the bad bitch in me
The tears are watering my heart
My broken wings from the golden rush
Men like you should never be trusted
I learned it, I earned it.
Siarhei Kandybovich
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Heartplane
PoetryA story about a heart that has been broken many times through all of the navigating in the endless sky. The peripheries that it adopted due to fear and terror, that are now a line it is afraid to cross. If it is broken, how can it risk it at all? Al...
