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Saturday, March 12, 2016

deserted

I remain in the eyes of the beholder.
Candy to the reflection to the brain.
Exclusive n to far gone to capture.
Yet behind the truth here i am again.
I deserted what i knew about myself.
Here to learn more than what's been shown.
Finding secrets within settled upon the surface.
Depths healing into something I've never known.
Unseen by the nakedness fully clothed.
Headed in to direction of right fighting still.
Leaving the past where it died to rest.
Mentally alone one day to rise from the chill.
Left was me sitting in a time truly lost.
Waiting for me to return ready to remember.
As no one knows the path traveled was relentless.
I regained my best friend one night in December.
Piecing together the minds confusion abused.
The desiphering took longer than expected.
It damn near claimed the logic i lived.
Allowing the process to come full circle dissected.
I collapsed to surface with the best in me intact.
Appearing to be unstable yet i had to know.
All that resides is come back up.
From the main stage it was one hell of a show.
Dipping from beneath the spotlight i hid.
Forgotten in a sense to reemerge unafraid.
Level headed with a better understanding of luv.
Knowing if not careful it'll take me for a ride tamed.
As the shell in which i linger kept going.
As those peeking had no realization of me.
Falling apart outta playin sight to comprehend.
What it will take to live without the immaturity of dreams.
Who woulda known i coulda deserted my life.
Bent to the break of a shattered glimpse.
As character shook to emotions tryin to breathe.
Jus to resurrect who i was with a forgivable twist.
Standing in the line of sight of the firing squad.
The army of interest that hasn't a clue.
Thinking i could be time worth the while.
As the desire of a real woman is in the proof.
Taking a interest in a romantic briefly paused.
Attempting to put together a life i lost.
Needing but not wanting the help flung to feel claws.
Sinking in to what they don't know exists.
For i do not await the touch under the textures heat.
Shallow enough to be seen by the stroke alone.
I'm six feet plus deeper than what i seem.
Swimming i went in the flow downstream.
Met the undertow as it swept my away.
Winding up on some shore in a distant world.
But I'm back finally n i intend to stay...

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