I have secrets. 

I hold them. 

Sometimes cherish. 

Because you don’t like to hear.

You’ve never been one to listen. 

I could write them to you.

If only you liked to read. 

I can’t show them to you…

For your closed heart has made you blind

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Why do your eyes light up

Why do your eyes light up

When she enters the oh so famous room

Where everybody who is expecting anybody 

Always seems to find himself

Why do your eyes light up when hers fall into them

Why do you seek her eyes when you’re glad

Why do yours smile into hers, even when you’re feeling sad.

Why do your eyes light up and breath dreams into hers 

While your holding somebody else’s hands. 

There’s a strain from loneliness on my back

Right between my shoulders

And it feels bittersweet

Like when you feel at home

But the house seems too empty

Like having wings to fly

But being scared of height 

Alone

With my own thoughts 

Makes me feel content 

I could get up and slay demons

Figure a way out

And plan roadtrips for myself

But lately

I have been feeling a strain on my back

Just between my shoulderblades

I can never tell how to stop the ache

Could it be 

Maybe

That a firm hand

On that place

Would make it go away

Could it be so

That maybe

A hand to hold on a long drive

Would make the strain stray? 

And leave me courageous on my own again