Friday, March 14, 2014

Bipolar Hearts

It was painted again
to remind me when
to let you know
it's time we go

when I was young
these songs were sung
so loudly while I laid
on carpet and played

It has gotten darker
reality ever starker
Emotionally plain
painted hands stain

In here, within me
there is no we
nothing could I misconstrue
to affect you

Words that I spoke
seek to be broke
over and at the end
we wake from pretend

Cold bitter sun bright
wake me with your light
among harsh blue skies
painted red white lies

Holding onto that moment
is what we have spent
while we've waited
holding onto that moment
too much we've spent
holding onto that moment