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just breath
I've been holding my breath for so many years,
Holding my breath and holding my tears,
It's the fear of ,I hold most,
The fear of a life ,that turned me to a ghost.

There's a door inside my mind,
A door you need a map to find,
This door is always under lock and key,
This key has one mold,that mold will die with me.

My heart has felt true love though unrequited,
I thought love was sopost to be undivided,
The feeling of butterfly wings, turned to gut,
The day I was woken ,is the day the was door shut.

Never again will my heart take center stage,
From now on I will treat it like an endless maze,
A rat searching desperately for that piece of cheese,
A summer day looking for the slightest breeze.


Maybe one day someone will prove to be worthy of my love and affection,
Someone who greets me with arms open and without hesitation,
Someone who knows how to open doors without a key,
Someone who also knows how to protect and how to guard like Wayne Gretzky.

I just want to be seen once before in I die, To feel a love that's not built on a lie,
Until then I will forever hold my breath,
In hopes of exhaling before my death.

© Mkirby