My soul is so tired,
(So weak...

Even if the heavens,
Where to replace all of the falling stars...

How can I grow from a wounded past,
To better myself in this reality...

Your love-
It has taught me two things...

I still hear you-
The space that lies between my heart...

Once your soul truly knows how to weep.
Or your heart learns the feeling of being broken...

That heavy feeling...
As if your chest becomes a vacuum...

How can it be?
That i'm counting these days...

You used to kiss the gap between my collar bones,
Like a scaffolding mending two broken bridges...

My eyes may sleep,
But it's a troubled soul...

Loneliness is...
Listening to the smallest sounds surrondering you...

I lie in here waiting still.
The clock ticks...