A tongue that lies now,
Still begs for your acceptance,
But lies to you still.

Open arms to the arrows whom gravitate,
Whisper of caution inspires me to wait.
Put a noose on words and acts I desired,
Leaves me craving, empty, famished and tired.
Routinely ignore these feelings of doubt,
Trust those to foster the passions drift out.
Exposed, left wondering the series to come,
Dammed and orphaned again, should've known.

Connection sought over connection bought
Love yearned over love earned
Kindness given rather than kindness livin'
Happiness within rather than happiness driven

We seek Motives internal
We forgo Intent external
It is the pure rapt
That carries away the upside down frown

Restless wind covering my entire being
A dark shadow taking a seat next to me
Reads an excerpt from a book I'll never write
Don't think for me, I know who I am
When time asks me how it's been
I'll humbly reply, you were good for my heart
But often I begin to wonder
Could this really be all I had to give
Of course it is, and even if it wasn't enough
It was to me

When is it okay to stop feeling
Letting numbness take its course
And watching sentiment pass by
Rage I will not miss
Disturbance begs to be replaced
I give into fervor time and time again
Nothing seems to catch me
Except for the salty rain who invites itself
Don't compare it to anything great
It's more of a comedy than anything