My heart can't stop this ache.
Together we will break.
Logic screams to stay far.
Which I pay no regard.
Rare in me to silence.
That large left side of me.
The part that tells me no.
Is the only part I know.
But my heart won't stop this ache.
With you gone, it starts to break.
Bound to die with or without.
No book or theory will stop.
The broken beyond distraught.
Despite warnings under threat.
And the realist in my head.
I do know where I belong.
Because my heart won't stop this ache.
Until this silence I can break.
My hand still looks for yours all night.
I'd rather die a thousand times.
Trying to reach you in the grave.
Than slowly watch as you erase.
8/17/13
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
