I try so hard,.
To erase, to discard,.
This feeling of incredible angst,.
Long awaited trials that are never tried,.
Twisted rivers of your lips leaving me tongue tied,.
Everything I do seems to pertain to you,.
All I see, even in the brightest of day, or the darkest of nights,.
I see you standing there with questionable invite,.
Please, I beg of you,.
To just begin to see this through,...,,