Exciting to no one. Fading behind the scenes. Lock doors won't come unhinged. Lost in the confinement of dreams. Thoughts drift in the dark. Unseen is the face. Whereabouts are unknown. Stupid hides in the escape. Into the peace n quiet. Time being the enemy ticking away. Alone n safe from the chaos. Playing not one single game. The calm creates a reason. The silence drives one mad. Listening to the heart pulsate with a pound. Facing the lonely facts. Having not another close enough to touch. To feel the comfort supposedly trusted. Emotion waits on luv. Patience stretch to limits exposed. Purposely avoiding a friend to be made. Attachments linger in choices not so sure. Believing the burn comes from the flame. Not to be found anytime soon. Eyes glance at best. Afraid to make contact with a stranger. Unaware what is contained in their chest. Moving solo is the flow in life. Settled in to the ease redefined. Evading the thrill of lusts reaching in. Letting thoughts clear in the mind. As desires twist into a funk. Frustrated by the lack of trust. The bed seems far to big to be enjoyed. But it's so much better than faking n crushed...
2 comments:
Your writing is amazing. I can relate.
Thanks. It just comes out.
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