Expectations are long gone.
The lines are clear now.
I now know what's next.
Next to you,
besides you.
All the time I've been wasting.
All the time I've been biting my skin.
I've had necessities I didn't need.
I proceeded to succeed in wanting
more and,
wanting more.
More than you
besides you.
Expecting I could get it,
understand it.
But the lines are out of focus.
Just like me back then.
Back when I was
coping with separation.
Stayed inside my space station.
Didn't float away.
The time I've been wasting.
The time I've been biting my skin.
The time I've been waiting,
for what's next.
Next to you,
besides you.
Haven't found what I needed.
I needed more,
and more.
Wanting more.
Coping with separation.
Stayed inside my space station.
Didn't float away.
Haven't found what I needed.
Kept my feet on the ground.
Which kept the lines,
which kept me
out of focus.
Expecting I could get it.
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Pencil Twist
PoetryPoetry about lives and living, your life and mine. The good things and the bad, things you remember and things you forgot. things from the past and things from the future. I hope you'll enjoy! Feedback, suggestions and all that stuff are always wel...
