Dreams are draining Thoughts venting out Yesterday's memories are straining in my clouded mind to keep remaining My opinions evaporating tongue steaming to catch the words slipping out of my brain into oblivion
When we walk I just Stare at you looking ahead Like your eyes are trying to escape your head And your feet are not moving Swiftly enough for them Your mind holds the future And your mouth tries to say it But your lips fail to move Fast enough to explain it My eyes are trying to See into you and understand Your arm that’s swinging pulling Me along quicker with you When we walk
Can I hold your hand not a hug nor a kiss just the clasp of your fingers around my palm feel the veins of blood filled with love against my own, pulsing and the tapping of fingertips and nerves tingling the tender roughness colliding with my own A firebrand of fingers burning for mine can I just hold your hand
My most frequent lie is my answer to the question Are you alright? I say, I'm fine. But I am thinking, No! I am losing my mind! But you couldn't care less anyway.
I complain about your silence but I do not know the truth, at least the full essence. You won't tell me why, what secrets do you have? What do they have to hide? Even from your friend? I feel like the world knows already. You make me worry.
So you are gone, and I miss you more than I should, considering I do not really know you that good. During your absence I can still live. I am breathing air. Yet there is a void with you not there.