An old poem. Probably 4 months old now. Wrote this one to Alicia Keys - Try Sleeping With A Broken Heart, it covers my feelings from a certain time period to a certain time period.
My spirit left broken.. hard
Just try sleeping with a broken heart, it’s hard
Heart’s chambers broken, it all falls apart
And apart of that, it all falls like knowing it by heart
It seems my mind was in my chest, I start-
..to believe that my heart was in my head, art-
..like almost, rational feelings
Emotional thoughts, I fought for what I believed in
I was retrieving my feelings step by step
There’s just grief in the concealed steps, by that-
..I brief myself brief with that, except-
..My true feelings, a conclave underneath my ribs
I feel like a con claiming to be innocent using my lips
Talking nonsense through my verbal device
It’s a scent that depicts truth in circles, the ice-
..is melting, I’m not cold anymore, the wise-
..words I speak are aimed at me, it’s nice-
..to see that peak, and not being lonely on top anymore
Or am I rooting too fast? I hear ‘can he roar?’
So I’m back to my roots at a pace, with more feeling
Her spirit is already in my heart, I’m done keeping-
..these old memories holding me back, I’m deep in-
..a new memory, remember me, I’m seeking-
..Miss X’s love, it’s in front me, I’m fending-
..these old thoughts, and I welcome the new ones