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I hold my breath to breathe of your essence
To request your appearance in my presence
To get that rush, that dopamine high
Whenever you and I meet outside of my mind

I see you from a far and it makes me smile
Even when we don't talk, it's all the worth while
When I think of what to say, words always fail me
So I forego the chance to talk to you on a daily
Isingoma Alpha Dec 2024
Drowning in the ambiance of the night sky,
Tucked in a blanket lit by starlight,
In our own world when we look in each others eyes
Lying in the grass illuminated by fireflies

I try to look away but to no avail,
There's no point in trying if I'm going to fail,
So I take it in whenever I have the chance,
To stand still and steal a glance
Believers are hard to come by nowadays
The world snuffed them out with its twisted ways
You think you're strong but never enough
To escape hell and it's feeding trough

There's always a way out if only you believe,
Believe with your heart and the pain will seize,
But mankind isn't far beyond divine help,
You just never want prosperity unless it's for yourself

He is listening and waiting for you,
The problem is you think there's another way through,
In doing so you forget that great is He,
who lay down his life for humanity
Had fun doing this one. My guys, you gotta believe with everything
Of all the things I've indulged in,
Nothing gets my heart bulging,
Like the thought of finally roaming free,
The thought of finally being me

I may not have an outstanding story,
And for that, I really am sorry,
But know that as of now I'm a captive,
Trapped in my skin struggling to breath

My dad says it's all for the best,
"You see my son, you're not like the rest",
I feel like it's another convoluted scheme,
That helps him relive a distant dream

I understand that it's probably for my own good,
Though that doesn't stop it from spoiling my mood,
I'll say it now as I've said countless times before,
I'm made of masks and faces not just flesh and bone
Sitting in the dark to find some reticence
The silence that I sought has become my sustenance
Keeping me afloat as I drift through my mind
As I try to find my way out of this maze I designed

Getting lost in thought is its own kind of pain
You always lie to yourself that it won't happen again
But sooner or later, it catches up to you
Until you're left with nothing else to do

— The End —