Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Your heart came sailing in.

You say you love me
It's too early to tell
Too early?

Maybe "like" is a better word
A softer word
An honest word.

"A childish word"
I wish you knew me.

I wish you could see through 
Four walls of white
One solid door will
Never relinquish the thoughts 
That gather in my mind
Like shards of glass.

The window broke
Your heart came sailing in.