fighting the fatigue....because one can not be made up of only ideals. one needs a heart to go with those ideals. one needs hopes, dreams, fears, and stories to be real.
Monday, July 16, 2012
hearts for eyes.
all of my sighs, sigh of you,
my eyes can't shake the sight.
the way your face looked when i finally opened my eyes.
the sweat bead on your head.
the quiver in your brow.
the tension in your tightened lips.
your hand gripping your chest,
trying to hold back the precious words that pierced me through.
all swallowing me whole in their tragedy.
all of it. replays in each sigh.
because for you i have only hearts for eyes.