A Gaze Through My Reality-scope

Zombie Babble

I died twice today,

and only started to rot,

after I realized there was no way,

for my heart to return to its spot.

There's just so much I want to share,

with someone who understands me,

and who'll always be there,

but you close your eyes as if you can't see.

My heart is a balloon,

filled with the hot air from your words,

which never fail to make me swoon,

and wishing to fly away I envy the birds.

Maybe the birds envy you,

hovering here and there,

even in hearts you made blue,

the sky's no limit for your heart grabbing stare.