Thursday




waiting

for those soft soles to trace across the worn down floor
a soft gaze as you wipe away those tears
that fall, so slow
graceful
a veil to stained cheeks

waiting

please my dear don't wait 
don't hold those fairytales deep into that scarred heart
 those blackened clouds blanket over blue skies
no longer will those feet walk their path
 
leave just a heartbeat
stealing fireflies in a broken soul

waiting

don't wait
don't hold that sweet breath
let go

let go of me


1 comment:

paperpocket said...

Truely, truely beautiful.