My heart is playing that game of tug of war
Decisiveness is existent no more
I'm hiding under the couch on the hard cold floor
But No matter how much I shake my brain I can't find the door
To escape out of this day to day nonsense chore
-Yet somehow there's a window large enough for you to fit through, yet not small enough to implore
As I tried to escape this house of cards
The glass rent my heart into millions of shards
Am I forever crippled behind these bars?
While you're evermore in my mind being starred
I'm a prisoner and you have the key
Yet The lock is rusted and hard to reach
I beg you to hear my heartfelt plea
But I'm invisible in this dark cell— you're so unable to read
So now I'm lost in this letter of your mind seeking the addressee
YOU ARE READING
Iᴺғᴾ Dᴬᖇᴸᴵᴺᴳ
PoetryInside the messy and chaotic mind of an INFP (A nostalgic bundle of warm hugs and a heart full of hope) ~ poetry, written aesthetics, and vintage daydreams.~
