Her Heart

im walking alone. and know days ahead will be better

just got to resist contacting her.
let’s speak metaphorically
because we want to be understood being misunderstood.
so many bright lights, they cast a shadow, but can i speak?
take our gloves and do the dance steps while we take our steps.
and what will it take to show you that it’s not the life it seems to be?
let’s run without our shoes, hurt out heels, yell out loud it was fun!
it’s afterall a life circus given and to be forgiven.
perky young bloods so do risks better than we just whisk and kiss.
err and erase because decisions are meant to be made anyway.
mistakes are to be accepted that are all we should care.
when they are not forgiven we despair and disappoint.
and again so what if it matters.
the funs kick the puns off even if it’s just for a while.
so keep finding that while for a long while by living it wild.
tell myself stop finding out what’s right what’s wrong.
nothing’s wrong, nothing’s right.
it’s just another day of a day i make my own day!