My Song

Rip it and out spills
the terror and cold chills
my heart isn't anchored
so leave me alone.

Shock flits and shakes up
my entire make up
i reached for some solace
but only found air.

Nights of pure heartache
are endless so i'll take
a breath of this sorrow
and exhale my song.

The morning is coming
but sleep is still running
from me and I can't seem
to catch it for long.

My hope is off floating
its layers recoating
so when it comes back
i can tear it again.

But i'll wish for dreams
and when all of it seems
like it's pressing too hard
i'll say softly "goodnight."