focus on the clarity,
we were stuck but still our love so little
how'd we get into the position where we end up like this,
all strung up around the room like streamers.
it sounds sad to say that all we have left are our ripped up,
broken, scars.
i don't know what you think
but i know what i feel.
maybe if we lean in a bit closer we can see all
that's disguised from the naked eye.
we misplaced our perspectives in the sea of reality
but id rather not find it if it means finding out the truth
so lets breathe in our lusty night air
and hope that we're far apart by morning.
i woke up.
i half expected you gone
half wanted you here
and this stagnant feeling of loneliness is still there,
plaguing me with his presence, but he's not the guy i want
with his lips sliding all over mine.
im just gonna watch our sun fly away
as i slip away from reality into a darkness
filled with man after man
skin after skin
no meaning left at all.
YOU ARE READING
Bring Us To Life.
Puisithis is a poem book, to express myself. im trying to find myself. in a way, bringing me back to life. i want to find the spark i lost. and be able to make myself make it, not rely on others. this is my story, whats yours?
