When he speaks my heart breaks to pieces;
Falling on the floor, shattering into shards
That become trapped within the carpet's soft hairs--
trapped until swept up by an overused broom
with flared bristles, worn down from
the cleaning of past miseries.
When he looks at me I become aware--
over aware--
of my surroundings, looks, and state
because it is only him that can
make me feel so important
within thousands.
It's only him that can bring out my voice
if not through song, on paper;
making me pour out my thoughts as easily as
rain on a Sunday evening; gently moving
with the breeze and following the sun
until it sets beyond the horizon
where I hopes lie and words escape.
Its him that influences how I belt
the depths of my heart to the world--
unapologetically and fearlessly.
Next to him I've never seen clearer;
A new day is on the horizon
and for the first time
I'll be able to finally bask in its sunlight
see its beauty within its flaws
and pick up the pieces of my heart
left behind in the carpet hairs.
Its because of him why
I feel complete.
Disclaimer: This is work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
