I know, you're here only from what I dreamt,
Won't you care to sit a moment?
Brings an absentminded tear to light,
hardly recall those course eyes....
staring at the world in dreadful fascination,
I'm now the older of us; no matter we've never been broken,
there's no need to panic over roads loitering to be chosen;
Not seeking a walk in empty halls to find my old self inside,
I have no desire to tweak the outcome of slandered time,
call this as a reflection in rewind;
I should've fought whole-heartedly,
the residual cries still fire on lavishly,
shame that will always stay apart of you and me;
But, from where I am to the helpless felt from you,
an insight to hold close to,
I can tell our heart doesn't shatter.... from the ceaseless storms, to pour through.
YOU ARE READING
Between an Aphrodisiac & a Loathing Place.
PoetryA collection of poetry that has been written from me (and my constant battle with wrecking insanity). Some will make sense; some will leave you with a big ole' question mark; but, like myself, not everything can be precise and make definite sense...