Inspired my Kevin Devine
The pressure on my chest slows my breathing.
My efforts so stead-fast are always misleading.
The more I want of you, the less I am appeased,
And the progress I've made, is stunted in salty seas.
I multi-task, muffling my mourning.
I pass on snacks, munching on thinning.
I write you letters, dead-set on dreaming ,
And look to the sky when fickle fantasies go fleeting.
I tuck my hope away, wedged tightly under my heart.
Each pulse flutters through my veins when it departs,
It carries some hope, spreading through my frame,
It carries the love I live solely to gain.
My efforts so stead-fast are always misleading.
The more I want of you, the less I am appeased,
And the progress I've made, is stunted in salty seas.
I multi-task, muffling my mourning.
I pass on snacks, munching on thinning.
I write you letters, dead-set on dreaming ,
And look to the sky when fickle fantasies go fleeting.
I tuck my hope away, wedged tightly under my heart.
Each pulse flutters through my veins when it departs,
It carries some hope, spreading through my frame,
It carries the love I live solely to gain.