I wish I could talk straight
I wish my words were more than wishes and misplaced heart strings
If everything was nothing then maybe my eyes would uncross
But this is only a far away gesture, its just a quick wave of a hand
I wish I could stand upright
I wish my back was more than blood and bones
The wind pushes me down to stink with dying embers of midnight fires
It's quite funny to think that the brace across my body to support has become my anchor
I wish I could sleep tonight, I wish with a wounded heart that you would go away
I don't quite know why your last words cover me; they are a sea of mixed feelings in which I'm drowning in
Is this a complaint or guilty pleasure? Is this dagger friend or foe?
I could chase these questions to the next ice age but they'll never confess
And in my last choke of inhales I'll realize why my words match the curves in my spineless back; hopefully I'll see what color I really am that day.
I wish I would stop wishing
Silly glasses are fun but I'll never see your face again if I don't replace
Needless to say I'm in need of a love pill, I'm wanting to spin away in a peaceful slumber
Let wakeful eyes play another day, let guilty lines cross tomorrow… for I'm feeling a Disney quote coming into play and jimmy the cricket is coming over soon for tea and a lecture
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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