what I'm waiting for;
I'm lost here wondering if itll ever
show it's face. beneath
the eye lashes, on the
bridge of your cheeks,
is where
I rest.
So when those eyes
open, you look past &
I am forever a speck.
the days we jump
past and the nights we
don't sleep.
its proving a constant
battle, up in this state,
a shifted mentality I am
constructing into
concrete.
taking the
days
by
one
and never losing count
of what stayed.
there is love on life and if its a matter of,
"finding it" then you're
already down for the count.
the key to living is
wrapping yourself around that statement,
and knowing what to do
when it unveils its
ugly *******
face.