The signs you show
Are they true...
Should I make advances
Or let the possibilities blow?
The words you hide
Deep within your gaze...
Should I search for their meaning
Or simply let it slide?
The beats of your heart
And musings of your soul...
Should I dwell on the lyrics
Or leave them in the dark?
The clash of realities
The mix of your emotions...
Is there any truth to them
Or is it a mere fraction of my fantasy?
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DEAD FEELINGS
PoetryPenning down the extravaganza of thoughts that waltz in my head each day. Some dead, some alive, some barely breathing, but each one of them complete in it's isolation Some glooming, some blooming, some reflective and true, Some shrouded in shadow...
