If I was the only one, I could easily understand your actions.
You attain satisfaction
From the thought that I will stay alone.
And I roam, with this conscience telling me
That love will never be.
How can I conceal, the way I truly feel for you.
Blue skies darken as I heal
And drops fall on my head
The size of hills.
Mountains crumble,
They can't withstand this quake, this brainstorm
Introduced by a conflict greater than I can fully perceive.
If we let the heart breathe, will it heal alone.
When I don't understand the actualities of the circumstance
How can I successfully circumnavigate our world.
And achieve.
A connection, that lies beneath the lies we tell
And truths we keep.
When you understand that destiny is certain
And by hopping and skipping
You only prolong the internal loneliness
Then I can kiss you without out regret of where your lips have been.
Because it won't matter as it all comes to an end.
When I sit next to you, I won't think of who sat next to you
And when I hurt you, I will focus only
On what I can do, as myself, to help you heal.
I can imagine that some have never felt love.
I know our attraction is so enormous,
That it may be safe to say that
Love has never felt us.
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Lavish: Anthology I
PoetryThe young writer Jimmy Lavish's first authentic anthology, entitled Lavish. Poems found in the book delineate everything from romance, beauty, and skin color, to hate, bad relations, and doubt. This is a complete collection, but is not necessarily m...
