Nothing left

I like classical music
I like night baseball

A Draw

In the palm of my hands
I hold your beating heart
You gave it to me yesterday
Wrapped up in your lips
Today growing more and more unsure
Holding your own hand now with head
I tried to give it back
Everyday since then
but if I let go
I'll let myself slip
through my fingers instead

While eating breakfast

Simple to touch
easy to break
its only an act
to being brave
you see the tip of ice berg
but the rest is underneath


my legs are too weak
my feet too small
I'm awkward
So I don't stand up
to anything


There's so much in my mind
I want to do
thought turns apathy
and apathy justified
Then there is nothing inside


I'd like to love
BUT
No one will understand
and your the first to tell me
that no one can