Teeth in a lace; tying up my smiles towards pleasurable faces – I’m a bit tied for time, to be walking in someone else’s shoes. While staring in the mirror, it feels like a person I had known before. Waking up from a dream to the first breath after Sleep; the cousin of Death
My tears have stained my bed, while I know all my resting fears – and for the love you can afford, pay attention to a love mate you meet; for we love spending more time buying into their dreams. As I know the woman of my dreams isn’t the one I’ll find so easily in all my sweetest dreams.
I stay awake most days, piecing together the most sensitive parts of me – love me partly, but don’t invite me to love you more than God – for Hell births the longest party, burning away all of those lost souls.
As I assemble the fragments of my being; now whole—I embraced solitude; in coupled fears. We coexist within the longing and craving of love. We're so afraid of the possibility of never discovering it, yet even more terrified of losing it all in a fleeting moment – we do long to walk in other people’s shoes, of those who’ve figured how to tie the knot; united in matrimony.