I'm an artist, but
I've lost my touch
I paint for an audience
of one, or two
Talking is hard,
But I'll do it for you
I'm still here,
despite it all,
I keep moving on.
Marching to the
Beat of my heart
Every time I look at you,
I start to blush.
My eyes and ears,
My lips and nose,
Distorted and out of place
Can't get rid of
the goofy smile on my face
My lips open,
Yet the words
trip and fall,
the few that make it
mean nothing at all
You laugh and I tell a joke
I get caught up in words, I choke
A sudden lack of loneliness,
A deprivation of despair
No more than a moment,
It's far too much—
The Rush of Emotions,
A Chemical Fascination
My Endless Fantasy
I'm left with a writhing gut
and a pure feeling of ecstasy
I'm lost, but I'm with you
And that's where I want to be
I'm blinded by sadness,
but with you I can see
I love it
thanks for being there
YOU ARE READING
Talking is Hard
PoetryI'm lonely. This journal of poems is updated weekly or so. The topics typically vary between happiness, sadness and loneliness. I hope your day is better than mine because you're a wonderful person, no matter who you think you are, and if you haven...
