Stuck In the Back of My Heart
Take notice in those moments just before you fall asleep ..
For our mind sets free and screams the words by day we never speak
When you stretch out in your bed imagining someone else was there.
And your sheets are cold replaying wrongs, and manifesting fears
For this is when you meet yourself, stripped back, quiet, dark
Only now as you exhale, you hear, the names stuck on the back of your heart.
Copyright © Alexia Brinsley | Year Posted 2018
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