Joined Up Writing - There Will Be Fireworks

In the darkness

And the static’s in your hand

And the warm sense of solace that blows 'round the ground

And the spirit says

In the clouds that you can’t see

As your chest fills with flame

As your chest fills with flame

A broken strand, a new romance, that cuts you loose

Your thawed heart thumps its drum all the time, all the time

I’m on fire

With the things I could’ve said

But you never asked so they just stayed inside my head

And you tell me now, that the same words pursed on your lips

Slow down, speak up, I hear you now

She says she barely sleeps

And if she does it’s fitfully

Her heart beats on her sleeve

And if she dreams, she dreams of

A place she’ll never see

And words she’ll break down frantically to keep

In verse in dusty books

Hidden in snow buried as deep as roots, she says

«Que sera sera, what will be, will be»

So «c'est la vie,» she says

Sheets and snow, sheets to cover me

«Que sera sera, c’est la vie,» she says

Don’t help me

I’m tired and far too gone to leave