So I sat down and spilled my inner gut-
Opened up a feeling that used to be shut.
Put a hand over my mouth- and thought for a long time.
Sat on my bed, and earned my prime.
Touched the phone, with a frown on my face-
And stuck it out to fill in that empty space.
Laid on my bed, and cried.
I knew some part of me had died.
Cried because that filling I forgot to trace-
substituting a pillow for what I forgot to embrace.
Ached with a pain- only dead love knew-
Quickly filled up with feelings untrue.
Almost lost myself that day-
I knew that if it wasn't now or never it would fade away.
I wrote down all that was troubling me-
And something melted in my soul- what I forgot to see.
I sat down, hand over heart, in my rocking chair-
And for the first time in a long time-breathed my own air.
Laid in my bed- have healed half over, and the feeling was still forgotten.
If not so deep already- I don't know how for it's gotten.
I was hurt- that something like that was no loner there.
Something that ached- in that hidden swear.
I closed my eyes and dreamed.
And the life it took me in was more real then it seemed.
And there it was-
All that I forgot.
Came to give me that feeling- I had no idea- I was missing alot.
And this time I made sure I was to hold on tight.
Even if it meant sleeping all through-out that night,
It kept me there, and dug into my soul-
And for the first time- I really remembered what it was like to be whole.
I woke up- And the feeling was clear again.
That feeling that I had forgotten then.
How did it know, I was so broken, even with-out a word?
Giving me those real feelings back, even with-out it heard.
Does that make it more then what I already knew?
Does that make those unheeded words true?
All was healed by your own loving subconscious choice-
I thought I had forgotten[- though you would've let me hear-]
But now I know I truly always did remember-
Your voice heart
