Let Her In
All the signs point in one direction
but I don't seem to be going that way
trouble breathing
trouble being and seeing through
all the foggy moments blown my way
The warm shoulder on a cold night
while I'm freezing inside
wayward thoughts running
through a maze
lost in a haze of misdirection
and misunderstandings
Living in a mirror of discontent
hell bent on destruction
and interruption of every
step ever taken
was it all mistaken
A dream of unreality
simplicity and longing to be
more than a smile passing by
collecting the memoirs
in my heart but never
letting them back out
amongst the stars
to breathe
There's no more room to breathe
there's just no more room to be
a soft whisper speaks into the darkness
I let her in
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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