if you could see the way
i breathe
at night
when all thats
left
is me,
and tales of all
that truth
hath told
is more
than truth
can see,
with tapered
breaths
at odds untold
and tailored
thoughts
now ceased,
in short
small winds
of empty hopes
and winded
dreams
released,
thin arms
that cross
a welded heart
that beats
its silent
way,
and eyes that close
at desperate
last
in dread
of lighted
day.
lifeofawillow 
I really enjoyed this piece. Love the flow.
Thank you so much. Im glad you did.
This makes me sad but a good kinda sad
Me too 🙂