My heart with fear
I cant seem to see myself better
My knees weaken
yet i can’t tilt my cup as yet.
A lettered alter ego of what they used to be.
My knees have collected dust from hours of kneeling through prayer.
Rythms of my heartbeat vs my heartache.
Melodies in my heads fade.
my heart aint fickle,
its like whispers of the sea.
Iam burning, Iam waiting for a sign