Drabble #43 – Fingers drumming down your skin (shaking up your heart)

Hey, your heart has its eyes closed. Should I make a ruckus? I bet you want someone on the straight path to success but I’ll be crooked. Tortured me poised, I’ll show you your crimes, I’ll mix you up. Push me hard into the sunset; you’ll only burn and I’ll glitter across the horizon. But why are you being distant? You’re a bit blue these days. Come, tie your shoelaces and run with me. How does it feel to live for yourself? The diamonds shaking across your skin, they’re free to shimmer through your hair and trace the patterns plotted on your skin.