There is a lot of drama going on
between rumors of my
condescending ways and the
unrealistic ventures that have
caused grief within my mind
and those of others.
I’m cautious to think about
anything beyond my own
happiness, back to reality is
the best terminology for
this phase I’m in, which is
uncertainty.
What more to a unrelentless
word that is bearing down,
pulling on the strings of my
heavy mind. Should I repeat
a thought again, as I’ve analyzed
so many times before.
Shivering with cockiness,
bellowing
out every damn day. I’m tired.
Noices, noices, noices — why
couldn’t have I just listened to them.
But you know what I mean.
Love does in a graceful way.
But you know what I mean.
I’ve sensed something long
before you were here.
While the timing doesn’t
count. The words still matter.
Played my soul in a casual way.
Before the ambulance arrived
I was gone. Now how sick is that.
That the winner didn’t win the game
that I forfeited without my own
knowledge. Something is wrong,
I’ve just made a right turn.
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