A Cry of the Mind
Nov 4 · 1 min read

When my heart is, but pry open,
That’s when you whirl around.
A sullen dance, your love is,
The rhythm tight.
Spins and transforms,
All that was and will be,
A waltz of past and present.
Your eyes hold the future,
But your clench is pale,
I do wonder if you’ll ever make me stay.

