The ending (so much as the start)
There is one more heartstring, at least, it seems. I felt a tug late tonight and soon enough the tears followed.
The last few times I've cried haven't been a result of sadness, exactly.. just more release.
What to do, what to do when thoughts rattle in your brain and you can taste words in your mouth that you know you won't ever say, because you can't.
When it's behind you it's still there.
Something caught in my throat as I enjoy the silence (which I truly do). Somehow the loneliest part. The wondering is gone, it very nearly, very truly is. But there's still something.
There is one more heartstring, at least, it seems.
And it's a shame.. don't even know what you're worth
The last few times I've cried haven't been a result of sadness, exactly.. just more release.
What to do, what to do when thoughts rattle in your brain and you can taste words in your mouth that you know you won't ever say, because you can't.
When it's behind you it's still there.
Something caught in my throat as I enjoy the silence (which I truly do). Somehow the loneliest part. The wondering is gone, it very nearly, very truly is. But there's still something.
There is one more heartstring, at least, it seems.
And it's a shame.. don't even know what you're worth