You held my focus
With every slip of your tongue
My breath snatched, lungs yours
Melodic laugh a miracle among cures
Held at gun point by your eyes
Admiring soft angles, no harsh lines
You have me mesmerised
But those eyes drift, much like the tide
All your sweet nothings
Evaporate, and your words recognised
Hollow, passion if a lie cannot die
My focus on you is not returned
The realisation bitter
Indirectly burned, lesson learned
As the drip continues
It will soo end
I’ll gain a new fixation
This path will bend
Until then, smoke fills my lungs
And I choke on unspoken dismay
If between us there is a string of fate
I’ll stand back, admiring the fray
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
You held my focus
With every slip of your tongue
My breath snatched, lungs yours
Melodic laugh a miracle among cures
Held at gun point by your eyes
Admiring soft angles, no harsh lines
You have me mesmerised
But those eyes drift, much like the tide
All your sweet nothings
Evaporate, and your words recognised
Hollow, passion if a lie cannot die
My focus on you is not returned
The realisation bitter
Indirectly burned, lesson learned
As the drip continues
It will soo end
I’ll gain a new fixation
This path will bend
Until then, smoke fills my lungs
And I choke on unspoken dismay
If between us there is a string of fate
I’ll stand back, admiring the fray
Unrequited feelings, baby. A source of inspiration at the very least.
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