Where do I exist when voice is missed?
If my touch has faded, am I ever reminisced?
They placed me in time;
So it pained me when wave came,
Money is not mind,
So it pained me when Dave came,
Honey is not mine;
So she played me like Dave’s game...
He so fine, He locked eyes,
He sipped wine till she showed signs;
Are you hurting, are you in pain and looking for pleasure?
Are we flirting, am I insane; drawing illogical measures?
He’s sliding and I’m watching,
Reiteration; This happens often,
I previously said caution the common, but I’d rather endure the pain than watch the green leave before Autumn,
Personal calling, my subconscious when other has fallen, towards bottom to root; to blossom;
My love will heal her and afterwards;
Decisions from the heart can ******* the mind,
Distraught and confused,
A conditioned perspective causing a ripple in time,
It is wise to accept, even if it means the contrary of feeling fine...
If all stay, what is mine,
If all leave, who am I,
If I’m a figment of the imagination, what is life?
If I’m resenting, being rash, impatient,
What is life?
What is purpose if not, suicide?
Why does it feel like my wants are conditions I must neutralize,
In order to experience peace, wisdom, and the truth inside;
Bound by progression,
It was never a thought to move aside,
And even though there are few who arrived,
It is I that replied,
“I love, because I am love...”