Just One Question
Someday when I see you again I’ll have just one question I wish to show you The many written letters I wrote you many letters I wish you had read them I read them to myself And one day I just burnt them I hope to tell you Of how much it used to hurt…
I’m in the habit of withdrawing from things From people coming and going Drawing them in And drawing them out. Because it can get crowded in my heart Too many things getting in Suffocating me. I find it hard to breathe When my heart is pained I must withdraw I must draw it all out.…
Please don’t hurt my heart Don’t sentence it At least not intentionally To a prison of pain and death For when my heart gets suicidal I myself die with it.