Reaching for silhouetted images of you on alley walls of my heart
Your future seems to empty a light since we’ve been apart
And as I continue to scratch the walls with failed attempts to get to the physical you…
As I try to dig out the imprints you’ve left on the floors of my soul…
I bleed truth…
It gets deeper…
And I take that blood and write the deepest sentiments of heaven-sent melodic regiment of steps to moving on from you
I sew my heart up with lines of deep thought and accepting regret
Cupid has since moved on from carefully crafted arrows mended with longevity…
He crafts a pistol with bullets that go through and through
No wings, no infant smiles of possibility
Forget me not.
[Song that inspired the poem]
Advertisement
