I've all these photographs at the head of my bed
Dripping with feelings
And thoughts I can't understand
Or reach for.
Maybe it's not all that it seems to be.
Drifting under the sound of our heartbeat,
And fall apart again.
Let's fall apart again.
Take a step over the edge with me,
In the ink that goes on endlessly.
We'll just breathe a little ways past the double rings.
Cut a little more loose while we've got ground beneath our feet
Trusting that
Day will break again.
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoetryA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
