close one...

She has a lil bit of me in her eyes. Caught a glimpse of me in her peripheral and damn near sighed.. I knew in the moment I was almost what she was waiting to find. And that’s flow of my life. So close and yet never the to wear the shinning armor of the knight. The exception with an expression surfaces somewhere in the middle of the hype. It seems the only thing that craves me is the rhymes of these lines. Detailing the visual of a twinkle so sweet I thought it was mine. For I had caught myself staring with a look in which didn’t lie. Truth be told, damn me if i liked. And so it to be, I touched and felt the enemy sweat betrayal coming to my mind. Slowly losing my position by their  side. As a memory enslaved with pallbearers for the rest of time. For it’s the initial mm that the descending plunges like a knife. Easing its way through the rope that dangles worth into of divide. So define as pride adjusts to the unwanted feelings of coming up short of being the reason why. To why they are consistent without turning to another as if anyone will do for a lil bit before once again becoming blind. To be a ghost in the head for reminiscing is psychotic when the lonely heart is undefined. I saw me looking back at me until the blink corrected the angle of sight. As I saw the reflection of use remove me with a glance to side. It was a close one for sure that almost got me going. As I regained my composure to get back to what It was I as doing...