At long last
I am alone
I've never felt
More terrible
The walls vibrate
From the coming storm
Of the inevitable
Laughter
Is a memory
From a past
That may not
Be mine
Everything is
So much the
Same that it nothing
But different
There are certain
Eclipses of the mind
That turn me into
Something I cannot be.
The one I love
Sees me on the street.
They do not wave.
Our hands graze one
Another's wherein my
Thought goes from
Cold to
Hot
I can't control
For where my head goes
Anymore
My imagination
Is fueled
By the terrors
And tremors
Of tortured love.
This bed
Is too big
For just me.
I roll over
And she is
Not there.
Where is she?
Where is she?
Why is she
So far
From me?
Heavy dramatics.
An embarrassed smile.
Caught in a moment
Of a million and one torrents.
I suppose I'm too old for this...
All this jealousy.
Take what is mine
And ye' shall feel the heavy
Wrath of a wayward soul
That has lived the solitary life
Before.
Another hour, ney, another minute
Means nothing to I for the snippet of
Years past
Is but a blink - a snap - of what
Lives I have passed.
Though, to be truthful,
I miss her.
I can't be but a day away
From her.
Though she drives me crazy.
Though she is anything
But a daisy.
She is my forever baby.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
At long last
I am alone
I've never felt
More terrible
The walls vibrate
From the coming storm
Of the inevitable
Laughter
Is a memory
From a past
That may not
Be mine
Everything is
So much the
Same that it nothing
But different
There are certain
Eclipses of the mind
That turn me into
Something I cannot be.
The one I love
Sees me on the street.
They do not wave.
Our hands graze one
Another's wherein my
Thought goes from
Cold to
Hot
I can't control
For where my head goes
Anymore
My imagination
Is fueled
By the terrors
And tremors
Of tortured love.
This bed
Is too big
For just me.
I roll over
And she is
Not there.
Where is she?
Where is she?
Why is she
So far
From me?
Heavy dramatics.
An embarrassed smile.
Caught in a moment
Of a million and one torrents.
I suppose I'm too old for this...
All this jealousy.
Take what is mine
And ye' shall feel the heavy
Wrath of a wayward soul
That has lived the solitary life
Before.
Another hour, ney, another minute
Means nothing to I for the snippet of
Years past
Is but a blink - a snap - of what
Lives I have passed.
Though, to be truthful,
I miss her.
I can't be but a day away
From her.
Though she drives me crazy.
Though she is anything
But a daisy.
She is my forever baby.