• emeray 9w


    I shut my heart away
    And then strengthened the gates
    By allowing only bits of leeway
    And appearing to have varying hues of taste.

    He scraped me once
    But now I'm not even twice shy
    I no longer want to have that dance, the
    One that makes me purge tons ;of salt water.

    I wonder if this emotioned organ of mine would ever flutter again.
    Amidst an ocean of sweet whispers,
    Would it beat in resonance with another ever again?

    I am standing on this narrow Lea
    My gaze trying to shift from the past,
    A bitter compendium that reeks of pain.