There’s a string in my chest
Attached to the mess
We left unswept
The day you left
And I keep it all in
Away from the friends
And prying eyes
That ask me why
There’s a string in my chest
That will sometimes catch
On certain songs
Or random thoughts
And unravel the seams
That spill all the things
I try to keep
So nice and neat
And the string in my chest
Is hanging from my heart
It’s a dangerous game
I’m sure it’s not too smart
For a valuable thing
To be so quickly torn
But it wasn’t my plan
It’s just how I was born
There’s a string in my chest
That sometimes comes undone
When the threads are snagged
On fragments of my love
There’s a string in my chest
That makes me think of you
It’s a beautiful mess
We got ourselves into
Thank you so much for writing this and sharing. It’s exactly how I feel.
I love this!!!!!
Thank you
I know what you mean… This poem made my heart’s string sing sadly… *smile* Thank you for putting into words what I feel as well.
Thank you 🙂 and you’re welcome!
I have a sting like that…
Yes. My string feels quite frayed