it cannot be the color yellow
if shades of dark fade faintly
in the background of falsehood

you tell me not to rush
time is slowly for perfection
but time is ticking too fast
& i have no other choice
but to fall in love with you

my pillow lays me to peace
to remind me of everything
i never had to be a possession

soft fantasies leave me at dawn
for it is time to return to reality

the sun rises to kiss my face
to grasp the sense of my fears

because what could should & would
are stored away within my pillow
constant daydream of false words

i think what hurts the most
is knowing i have the ability
to voice my expodable mind
but cannot because inability
to recieve desired expectations

maybe the cliche saying we live by
is the one i am currently dying in

perhaps you are very wrong for me
while my precious timing is just right

but i am too naive to accept
our truly false romantic affairs
because i do not want to let go
and i believe i never will in life

i believe poetry is one of the many
reasons i am still here living life

my blood and bones cannot rest
until i have the chance to present

every detail i need to pronounce
greatly to crowds of great masses

i loved you
and you loved everyone but me
because so i will never gain
that love back again i gave
therefore i release my living for you