Take my hand and let's go
All you have to do is say so
I know you are at your all time low
I should have asked a long time ago
But then I didn't know what I now know
This is what I've wanted from our first hello
Please don't say no

I feel like I'm surrounded
With a halo
From top to the bottom
Which makes everything seem aloof
& my soul is arrested
Tearing my shirt off
Can't help me feel a little bit
Rested
& I stopped my desires of being Requested

The leaves May be a May green,
And spring May almost be out,
But to me it is still March,
And April May never come.

May-be it will be March
Until I get back in August.
May-be March won’t ever end.

I haven't moved from my bed
Since the beginning of the end
I guess I should lift myself out
Of the cyclical nature of doubt

I guess I should do some push-ups
Or something, send some follow-up
Emails that don't mean anything
Beyond their calculated greetings

I guess I should fix my posture
So that, in some way, I can procure
A friend, a lover, success, and ensure
That I can stand tall without being so sure

Maybe I should read a book, watch a movie
Discourage my brain from a slow atrophy
I could call up my friends and have a chat
But will this resume when the screen goes black?

Maybe I shouldn't do anything
No, don't think like that, there's a lot to achieve
But is there, really? I mean, really at all?
Because it seems that no matter what
I'm in perpetual free fall

when will i
be held to account
for these quarantine sins?

Observing the detailed lines of my curves, eyes and lips; he touched my soul in all its tainted glory.
Passion is like the rhythm we tune in as we danced away to an ****** beat;
Burned with flame, seeking home and romance in each other's company.
Lost in an ecstasy
Shunned away from reality.