Sitting, dreaming, wishing, hoping, everything slowing down in my mind while my actions speed up at the same time.
Iâ€™m spiraling out of control escaping myself but still trapped under your heart because the memories are more precious than diamonds and gold, consequently now sad words are all I have to hold.
All night under the stars I paint the sky with my imagination to house the scars as I look at you from the past as if youâ€™re present, and tears still fall everyday in the future that is untold.
Trapped inside memories of old, I never knew a good heart could be so cold.
Words so harsh and heavy like a journey in the sour bitter cold.
As you turned your back I watched snowflakes fall from your shoulder and float towards me only to scold.
You froze my heart the cracked it leaving a few new holes, but my nature is cold so finally upon the conclusion of a prolonged winter during the spring I decided it would be more beneficial to disregard the holes, as well as the small warm glimpses of summer you stole.
I no longer peek to see memories of old.
But cultivating the soil for the sunflowers, daisyâ€™s, and marigolds to grow.
I left the lilyâ€™s frozen in the winter, your favorite flower gone with the holes.
Just so I could be whole again and blossom in season.
I like the warm forget the cold.