It started when my mind married its own heart. That it doesn't want the situation anymore. That it didn't want the consequences no matter what will happen.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
The word is not a word for me, it is a guide that never ceases to amazes me. it is a guide that does provide for me. it is a guide that giveth so much.
What clearing is this, I feel as if it were. I think as if it was not, I sense nothing new, only at the gaze of your eye on mine creeps,
One, I would have loved to see you there and making sweet faces on our place called memories. Two, What pains of such things are at my dislodge chronic emotional bottle that enveloped suprressed life.
A shade or two has been on my brain, what mind is this when I cannot see anything possible or even probable. Thus the gradient levels of gray to grey,
Start an ache, start the head ache. Such craps of living states, in worrisome troubles. How about more headaches of earned living of such pains.
Break the dawn with fullness as I go, thus the dawning of an new morning comes with such a flow, into that as the other cup gets emptied,
I was lost, lost in all of my lunacy that goes with it. I was lost and never came down, only when one came dow and asked me to help him.
You have become more than I could and can imagine, You have become more than I can bear, You have become much more than someone I loved before,
A bone of a bone with a bone and toothpick with it, I see none but gravely emotions cometh with all of such whims. A bone of a bone with a bone and toothpick with it,
What are these called emotions. They go up, they go down. It goes up, nothing comes of it and it heads to a spiral all that was
Once upon a quarter of streaming nuances, There I saw you. Some say you are the reign of such muses. A reina of muses themselves.