sometimes my silence means that i've decided that my mouth couldn't possibly be qualified
to say all that my heart needs it to.
so rather than ruin the song,the poem, or the tender breaking that my heart strings are stitching together with deep breaths and deeper exhalations, i sit quietly and let the beating of my heart carry the words through my veins to escape through my fingertips.
i sit under a starry night and stare at a moon that stares back.
my heart beats wildly with an eagerness and desire to jump over that moon.
but, i have planted roots in the ground that tether me to the treet tops.
i share the wind with wood nymphs, sunbeams with the tips of wings and my heart soars with the secrets kept by the rivers...
but, i long to see what's on the other side of that moon...
the flutter of wings and the whispers of raindrops have me believing
that it's there that i'll find the other side of my heart.
to say all that my heart needs it to.
so rather than ruin the song,the poem, or the tender breaking that my heart strings are stitching together with deep breaths and deeper exhalations, i sit quietly and let the beating of my heart carry the words through my veins to escape through my fingertips. i sit under a starry night and stare at a moon that stares back.
my heart beats wildly with an eagerness and desire to jump over that moon.
but, i have planted roots in the ground that tether me to the treet tops.
i share the wind with wood nymphs, sunbeams with the tips of wings and my heart soars with the secrets kept by the rivers...
but, i long to see what's on the other side of that moon...
the flutter of wings and the whispers of raindrops have me believing
that it's there that i'll find the other side of my heart.
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