My words are my bonds,
my catch phrase is my death sentence.
They are what lock me away,
they are mine.
I have the power yet all too powerless to stop…
What point is knowledge if unused?
What point is a heart if grown cold?
My tears… are they real?
Is this love? Or am I drowning?
Are my eyes sad or only repeating what they remember?
These words are killing my heart…
“beat heart, just for old times sake… beat again”
wanting to feel yet halting the process,
wanting to breathe yet choking on my words.
“love is only a day away…” my days last forever
seconds taunting me,
minutes laughing at me… hours killing me.
“tis another day… love will come”
Come soon love…sigh... come soon
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