Ah, was I too open? seems my future has found out.
I didn’t draw a line in my heart, I danced when it went erratic; chased it’s attraction, few visions into where I never thought to step foot in, then I was labelled greedy, psycho even when truly I was bullied by this heart?
Oh, I’m an eclipse? this, is this heartache crying?
You tell me, who’s heart I trampled; when mine’s beat had never withstood harshness of change within a day.
I, I loved you… I loved how it seemed it was your well crafted piece only saying my name, the call in it went beyond just my name being called.
Take this, take it all. This, this is what I would’ve wasted in form of tears. Now, they’re only a tug and haven’t been embroidered in indecisions, corruption; both our individuality.
But before I can claim, any brightness attached to my first tasting; I’m not an eclipse. To us, if we were to recollect our memories similarly, I would be a stagnant time; bound by weakness and overthrown by change.
Related to us…
I, I loved you. I loved your hurried steps like bundled years that let me to you. You didn’t notice but, I, I always counted yet every time our toes met; it felt we’d already lived out our time. Tragic desires That fulfilled their passion.
It must be a waltz but I’ve never waltzed or soft tapping of feet on solid cloud but a steady feeling, observing when to storm or harvest the kind one can never regret.
You know a craving of chocolate while having an aching tooth, Or a run on a rainy day, There’s reason, not spiteful but one which could prevent a headache Yet the heart will only stomp it’s feet.
I feel, I might have been in love each time a pen translated my thoughts; Yes, my hand was writing but description that lets me meet my thoughts, how it feels as though they’re conversing with me whilst silly but to my soul it’s a taste of said waltz or glide by amongst the stars.
You know; the roof that’s been unrestricted. In love…