Each day is the same resounding pain,
Following temptation to the brink of insanity.
Every day cursed to look upon the face or forbidden desires,
And forced to live a life of solitude.
Pondering ways to release the emotion,
And wondering why all those times you held it in.
Facing your fantasy is neither a life nor a reason,
But an insecent rant on reality.
Watching the person you know you are longing for,
While they absent mindedly emulating your feelings for another.
To be the side of this enitity which demands you of your love,
Fighting off tears of hatred and happiness yet somehow never combined.
Watching as my happiness walks away,
And simply standing off in the shadows with nothing to say.
Wandering the streets of a forgotten memory,
and nothing to fill the ever growing void.
The emptiness and the hole in thine soul is only so large,
It can only be filled by a simple and humble number, that number is 2.
These parts of myself reside within the faces and bodies of others
And I cannot relinquish my words to them to regain my sprit and all it's entirety
I look at your beautiful face and query the fact of why the hapiness has fled,
And why what I once felt must be taken from me and never to be returned.
I silently weep in the shadow of insolvency as my curvilinear mind wanders,
Never to be halted on a single notion, and never to be answered.
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