heavy heart heavy mind

[angiespazz]

into the open air you throw your words
we have faith the wind will carry your voice
and that my ear will receive them gently

why is one in the morning always a good time to talk?
while our souls wait at the window for our owners to come back

from work
tails wagging with the first footsteps at the door

rain on the windshield, the tin roof sags with the weight of my

heavy heart
i drag ours both with me wherever i go
and you know
exactly where i've gone.

your words are text now
written in syntax not uncommon to binary nulls and filled voids
encased in default impersonal hand

my heart sags with the weight of my heavy mind