Every night I close my eyes
To the hopes
Of impossible dreams
I’ve given up on stressing whether
These are truly
Intangible things
A cascade of caresses
Cannot cover up the cold
That feasted on my weary heart
And left me feeling old
Even you
Who wrapped me in
The jacket of your smile
Are wondering all the while
Why my gloves have holes in them
Yet I continue to wear them
Why the heart on my sleeve is ruined
But I continue to wear it there
Author notes
I may be on the right track, even after all of the heartache...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this is really funny, listening to a broken wing by martina mcBride!!!
i LOVE your word choice!!!!
intangible
cascade
feasted
weary
snd you plsce your words so well. verry nice
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Searching, always searching for 'something'. Rarely a direct hit on what you know is true. Rather personal surmising about feelings and events recently past. Perhaps the divorce of feelings from the ownership of actions would relieve alot of questions. You are mired in the homework of your encounters rather than just embracing, enjoying and forgetting them with the sun rising on a brand new day of new encounters just waiting to happen. RC
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