remembering when emotion was free to live... wanting to feel how it used to insist... having what matters to the smile bring me back to life... hoping on a whisper in the wild can carry the sound of my sigh... i recall to tenderness of my own happiness that woke to every day... with the freedom of knowing there's a chance to be able to taste that one name... it's coming back to the awareness that if i never try it'll eat me alive... as the dog within has even held out to become the comfort in a set of eyes... taking a peek to witness how truth is willing to realize i'm going to waste... back to the matter of the heart that's confirmed reason in the mind... what's missed is the sensitivity of a lil woman wanting to get caught up in the middle of life... thinking n waiting creates a longing to one day be luv'd once the healing has sorted through the remains... getting rid of the excuse to gather n collect pieces that need to blow out old flames... n it's the way i felt about life that was misplaced fuckin around in the emptiness claiming to be a friend... as peace finds an opening to push out time taken to visualize what it is self wants to do with the confidence... regaining the usefulness of emotion seen as an asset allowed to linger in the wind... attempting to lure interests in my direction so the passion can enjoy curves that bend... intrigued by thought process of an individual that has their own mindset... it's jus i'd want someone i could honestly invest... for it's been long enough to lean in to a bond worth the decision to obtain... i think back to when i to was the maker of my own distance closing in on pleasures unafraid to be driven insane... yet in the best way through a gentle hand touching the surface... feeling deeper than the skin can reach is the opening protected by the silence of lip service...
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