Lacey Mosley

There's no room to smile
When the face you make

just before you cry
Looks so young like a child...

Tiny heart, you're not by yourself When will you recognize the beat? Of my own heart, grieving in your hand You crush me when you run that way...

My spirit is willing
but my flesh is weak
My eyelids grow heavy

and I might just fall asleep

It feels so much like falling
Dying while I wait to die
The fear of something or nothing
Lonely empty lie...