• betsy_r_brown 5w


    A silky heartbeat
    The night against my skin
    Writing music on the wind
    It pleads to take wing
    It was never meant for me to hold
    And I wonder where it goes
    With a whispering, silent scream
    I watch it fly beyond my grasp
    While it brushes by my heart
    Every note taking a tiny piece of me

    It's a hunger destroying me
    Losing music so bright
    For a moment
    I see the other side of the dark

    When will I write the music meant for me?