I heard your eyes their whispered echo Through my halls Up to my walls They said sweet nonsense or maybe profound spicy and a dash of sorrow Was it trust you said That could be here To take a hand Make your new land Then tell me That your eyes are mine
the day was full heat and tasks yet my thoughts remained on you i burned and yearned with fantasy in my mind it twisted and turned as you danced down my hall intoxicated by your song those words deep in my ears i scratched inside to see what remained but I was saturated by you as the day came to a close
I visited my hallway today Anger was boiling inside I slammed open the door And yelled for all “Get the **** out” They scrambled left and right Some disappeared In the back Misting away One tried to beg To stay inside Another was cocky Thought he would stay But I screamed again For all to leave So I could finally have peace From the yahoos In my head
Trickling echoes Down that hallway of mine Did you whisper my name? Or was it goodbye? I stood by your room Beckoning you to come out But you were distracted By some kind of doubt As I wrote out a note And slipped it inside I wonder, will you read Or cast it aside Then silence was my answer For this I did find Because you were afraid Of your own little mind
And although I danced Into a thousand hallways Gliding into millions of minds I halted at your doorway To see which direction it took There were four forks Leading to little lost lanes No guidance to the reality of you So I sat at the foot of a window Waiting for your words of wooing woe I heard hammers and nails Working and waning...whining I slipped into a tired state Of boredom and nonchalance I saw you peeking Yet your addiction to inaction kept you still There were other dances in hallways With music for my thoughts Heard in the distance It lured me and I skipped off To find that melody That would make my soul dance too
okay, but I don't 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 to be the bigger person. I want to be the person who looks out for their own needs. being the bigger person for what? the benefit of someone I hate? the benefit of someone I avoid in the halls? you don't 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 for me to be the bigger person- so I will throw my fits.
like what pride is there in putting yourself aside for the sake of someone who wronged you? im all good.
The dark corners of your box of night hold no gravity upon you. The endless stretch of hallways lead to doors unlocked but not opened. The cracks and gaps reveal light. Rooms of fellowshop oft-visited and words of dreams spill onto the floor. And when the rain will come We will all think it's beautiful.