What if I'm spending all my time looking for you when I should be looking for me?
What if I'm spending all my time looking for me when I should be looking for you?
What if I'm looking at you at this very moment right now and I just can't see?
What if I'm speaking to you right now and I just don't know how I need to be?
I'm terrified of losing you when you, I haven't even seen.
I'm terrified of losing me when me, I haven't even been.
Nameless girl (you), where do you reside?
Nameless boy (self), where did I hide?
Time is sweet flowing.
Sky is bitter glowing.
Reaching the end.
Distorted blend.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PuisiThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
