Until Proven…

December 13, 2009

Your hand still feels warm

I wanted to let you know

I know you can't hear me

You always loved my perfume

In the shape of a beer bottle

There is no end to these walls

But they offer more freedom

Than your welcoming arms

At least, that's how I remember it

I know you can't hear me

You did it, you did it all

But my conscience is unyielding

I can suffocate on this feeling

I know you can't even feel the breeze

And I know you can't hear me

But I have to tell somebody

Anybody and you are the closest

To my broken, uneven skin

It peels away to expose my heart

Tell the Tale; thump, thump, thump

I can hear you