Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
jay-bryantPoems
The hearts and minds of our future selves weld, And Melt into the *** It seems hopeless to try, But I can't seem to stop. Until Father time says; "My clock will tic but not tock," Sorry Doc you can' cure my ailments, I'm killing myself for you, But I still feel selfish. Only if I can hide within myself like a shellfish, Maybe I wouldn't be so hellbent on understanding this Paradox. I saw our future before I knew your name. It pains me to say its presently driving me insane I try to fight the feeling Though I can't seem to tame it Steady holding the gun to your heart But I can't seem to aim it Praying for something different Though I can't seem to change it I can't seem to change us Like Love is the game, And Someone is playing us Framing us, For murdering "What could be" I don't know If its what should be Though I have no problem seeing If what would be perfect. Could really be perfect. I may be delusional Tho, I don't care because I know your worth it Hallucinations of spending my time With only you on this Earth. I can't say if its a blessing or a curse. At times its the best but, Most of the time its the worst. Trying my best to appease you Until I leave this Earth.
0
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Welding Hearts
The hearts and minds of our future selves weld, And Melt into the *** It seems hopeless to try, But I can't seem to stop. Until Father time says; "My clock will tic but not tock," Sorry Doc you can' cure my ailments, I'm killing myself for you, But I still feel selfish. Only if I can hide within myself like a shellfish, Maybe I wouldn't be so hellbent on understanding this Paradox. I saw our future before I knew your name. It pains me to say its presently driving me insane I try to fight the feeling Though I can't seem to tame it Steady holding the gun to your heart But I can't seem to aim it Praying for something different Though I can't seem to change it I can't seem to change us Like Love is the game, And Someone is playing us Framing us, For murdering "What could be" I don't know If its what should be Though I have no problem seeing If what would be perfect. Could really be perfect. I may be delusional Tho, I don't care because I know your worth it Hallucinations of spending my time With only you on this Earth. I can't say if its a blessing or a curse. At times its the best but, Most of the time its the worst. Trying my best to appease you Until I leave this Earth.
jay-bryant
Written by
jay-bryant
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem