Monday, July 5, 2010


i was a heavy heart to carry, my beloved was weighed down. my arms around his neck, my fingers laced to crown. i was a heavy heart to carry, my feet dragged across the ground and he took me to the river where he slowly let me drown. my love has concrete feet, my love's an iron ball wrapped around your ankles over the waterfall. and is it worth the wait all this killing time? are you strong enough to stand, protecting both your heart and mine?

i was a heavy heart to carry but he never let me down when he had me in his arms, my feet never touched the ground

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Guilt is a piano on top of you instead of a man. Depressing Russian literature becomes your best friend & you can't remember what it is like to have a flesh & bone best friend.