Masks
I wear my heart where the cold can touch it,
And every scar finds a way to hush it.
Ill let the wind decide what is mine.
Will i become lost in time?
There is always something that pains.
My thoughts sway above the skyline,
Untamed by gravity or chains.
A soul that is always fine.
A body here, a spirit wandering,
Speaking in half-lit metaphors, rarely acknowledging.
While the stars do all the answering.
The world sees me smiling in motion,
Effortlessly sailing an ocean.
Never noticing how hard a soul can ache
While still looking soft as day.
All hearts someday break.
Did we forget there isnt much to take?
For it is all out on the floor.
Sitting here with an open door,
My heart hangs carelessly from my sleeve.
While my mind drifts far beyond me.