I read to escape I write to return
Don't you feel that tug in your chest?
you take my heartstrings and knit them with yours
you don't feel each tug I create a poor attempt to bring you closer to me,
By Hope Lynn4 years ago in Poets
I still hear the echoes of your footsteps across the wooden floor,
the shoes you'd drop at the front step,
the studio we danced
loving you shouldn't be a chore
loving you should come all at once
not in bits and pieces.
I've felt so chained to you i even forgot what love felt like.
my depression is like a shadow
you can't always see her but she's there.
dark and peering over my shoulder.
She matches each step I take one after the other.