This borrowed time is fading away,
These tears of mine are begging to stay,
We run as far as we can to the world of gray,
Let me hide where I choose to lay,
My heartbeat is steady at bay
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken: A Letter To You
PoetrySometimes we choose to not say anything at all, Then we regret it
Letter 2: Heartbeat
This borrowed time is fading away,
These tears of mine are begging to stay,
We run as far as we can to the world of gray,
Let me hide where I choose to lay,
My heartbeat is steady at bay
