The Mind Opens and the Throat Closes
My interpretation shifts
My heart moves into my throat
I'm choking on my beating heart
Do I forget what I'm told
Or remember what I feel
Over sensitive that's all
Leave intuition at the door
Just know it's a busy day
The mood that floats and smothers
Is down to that
Let time pass
Let time pass
Let time pass
I shouldn't hold my breath whilst saying that
I'll be dead by the time I can breathe again
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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