In my dreams
I have met my maker
One hundred thousand times
And given the beauty of it all
Would be one hundred thousand suns
But these are just lines
Words voided of no truth
In your eyes.
I could beg,
Go back and rewrite
Everything that I said
But it's met with silence
I would cry in front of you
But that would be attention seeking too
And so now it's just me
And these four walls
That have known the truth
Waiting patiently to drink my sobriety
To mock the reality
And I could explain how
I didn't know it was you
But when eyes met
I felt tight and breath labored
Make jokes to them
Have them come look at the
Sculpture alone at forty one
If I knew, if I wasn't blind
Past your darken eyes
My heart would beat
With fluorescent's and call back to home
Still,
Met with silence
Because when I burn bridges
With my actions
With my words
With my thoughts
Not even the one to put effort
Into calling out to me
Will answer