If this is ain't love,
then what is it?
Just another obsession to reacquaint with?
In the memories of a story long foretold,
in the midst of this dusty storm
,
the sensual feelings I've applied to life
have left me in the blistering cold outside.
Each time we try to comprehend ourselves
,
The constant reminder, of our dark paths,
Become one with the start of our lies and deceit.
Something long forgotten now stands before you
,
as clear as day
,
As clear as the scars revealed upon your face.
In between the lines, you don't choose to read,
There is something hidden you didn't see.
As you're standing trial for past mistakes,
The sincerity seen, in each look you take.
We know another part of your heart breaks.
At least that's what I think,
In this twisted mind of mine.
©2017 Written By Benji James
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
If this is ain't love,
then what is it?
Just another obsession to reacquaint with?
In the memories of a story long foretold,
in the midst of this dusty storm
,
the sensual feelings I've applied to life
have left me in the blistering cold outside.
Each time we try to comprehend ourselves
,
The constant reminder, of our dark paths,
Become one with the start of our lies and deceit.
Something long forgotten now stands before you
,
as clear as day
,
As clear as the scars revealed upon your face.
In between the lines, you don't choose to read,
There is something hidden you didn't see.
As you're standing trial for past mistakes,
The sincerity seen, in each look you take.
We know another part of your heart breaks.
At least that's what I think,
In this twisted mind of mine.
©2017 Written By Benji James
