CLICHÉ HEART

CLICHÉ HEART
10/93

You turn away
My eyes turn to stone
My edges defray
I’m left in the cold
I wish I could say
What’s already been told
My heart ain’t cliché
But it’s feeling quite old

My heart in my hand
It could reach for the stars
They’re so far away
But pain travels far
I ache for grip
As the world turns to clay
The taste of your lips
And my monsters may stray