Id been saving them
But saving them for what
No longer shall I hold my breath
Waiting to see if you've changed
Waiting on the impossible
Now I wait for the sea to devour me
I have nothing left to hold
My efforts and your tries a lie
Try for what
To turn back on your weak word
I believe you when you say
There is no need
Instead I wait for your heart to stop
And i'll use your last breathe
As my cue to start again
I'd been saving you
But saving you for what
When I can just let you fall
And save myself
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Run Out Of "And"
PoetryAnd... what else is there but the cryptic that our brain makes controlled, when really edges are blurred and we are wild.