a silent symphony in C major

sometimes I wish my pen would run dry- and your line
upon line. would somehow cease- maybe die
this is all too much

bridges burned and cards thrown about a lonely room
thoughts- a mess. and all I want is some peace. release of some sort
yet all I get: is you. my mind- like origami to your wayward words of sympathy
and the next things to run dry- are my eyes. underlined with empathy
and your words put a chisle to my heart

ached and bruised with an angel on my shoulder/ where do I hide?
as I scream to a [broken] sky- until my voice cracks
and the stars fill my humbled mouth. and I wonder
just this once. if my own insecurities will finally eat me alive
or merely kill my will to go on. you.
and we can dance barefoot in the rain as we sing our song of lost sorrows
and tread on the threads of infinity
one by one- plucked to the tune of our own heartbeats

breathe in the night air as I refuse to listen once more
and I pray for your words to leave you- and your lines of truth to be silent
and I scribble words of silhouettes and severed hopes
as your eyes shatter me- and a note is left on the tomorrow we'll never have
signed and faded-

and my ink has run dry