Don't Go.

My heart's in a box in the ground.
Right next to the house key and the note.
A box lined with silky material.
Edges lined with objects,
Left to say one last 'I love you'
Long gone.
How much is left?

My eyes are stuck on your words.
Next to the pictures of the meanings.
How much has meaning anymore?

My hands are glued to my keyboard.
Arguing a point with no meaning.
I cant seem to stop.
I seek the answers to all that is questionable.
How much is true?


My  lips are sewn shut.
If only words would describe my thoughts.
Not enough letters to form the words in my mind.
Can you  hear what I'm thinking?

My thoughts echo in this empty room.
The white walls collect my thoughts.
Thoughts are painted on the walls in rainbow colors.
Will you still be here when you know the truth?