heronemaennui
05-22-2011, 03:39 AM
I kiss my wrists and think of you.
Take my blood. Take my soul.
Take my heart and sing with me.
You are the dare I took; the dare that tore me down.
My broken heart can barely beat,
but the shallow rhythm still leads me
to one more day, one more night.
Yet that which awaits me is too sad to bear.
For if I do, for if I had the courage to accept
I would find in daylight the graveyard of broken promises.
A promise you did not make,
but a promise I believed in my heart.
An imaginary promise I expected you to keep.
Ⓒ 2011 Chris Heronema
Take my blood. Take my soul.
Take my heart and sing with me.
You are the dare I took; the dare that tore me down.
My broken heart can barely beat,
but the shallow rhythm still leads me
to one more day, one more night.
Yet that which awaits me is too sad to bear.
For if I do, for if I had the courage to accept
I would find in daylight the graveyard of broken promises.
A promise you did not make,
but a promise I believed in my heart.
An imaginary promise I expected you to keep.
Ⓒ 2011 Chris Heronema