Category: hopeless
Magic
Last
Heart of my heart
In the heart of my heart
Buried deep, so deep
Lies a tiny little chest of scars
Locked forever to sleep
“Wake”, said the pounding
Of my heart so weak
“Wake”, said my being
Ever so bleak
The little chest quivered
And began to queak
Today
Today I sit weary
Tired of my past
Tired of my all
Reminiscing the darkness
That consumed my being
Decisions
Decisions, decisions
Not easy
Time’s ticking
The walls are closing in
I’m still contemplating
Decisions, decisions
There’s no time
Not anymore