These hearts are built to sound the saddest of tunes

Tor ring the shades of hungry needles and scars of old longing

Where our numbered days meet our best intentions lay clouded by the weights we carried in our hearts and on our skin

Where can I fall when there's no-one to catch me?

What will I do when my soul breaks?

Who'll hear me then?

Dear, keep those clouds at bay

so this won't be just more dead poetry

to fall upon ears that have long since gone deaf

Let us heal these jagged exit wounds

Wash away all the stains and together make things right again and never let go

For once this feels so real