to never be
a human
in someone's eyes...
to feel like
a thing
meant to be used
and played with...
to feel like
you are all you physically
I wish to be finally over this soul bronchitis
But it's funny because as much as I hate it
it also ignites this:
Drive in myself to be a better driver of the mind I can't contain
An agreement made before our boon
We learn the end before the rules
We’re reminded how we’ll be there soon
And left to fight with inadequate tools
they say feelings come and feelings go,
so why must I suffer so?
these feelings, just never go away,
the more I ignore them, the farther I stray.
Oh what a muse this castle be, deep in the forest of evergreen-sun beams, for eyes to please; Yet, this castle, was a trip to dare, in all its hassle of getting there – Yet, fair, so beautifully vivid in sunlight glare. Such a place for poetic bliss, while this pen slings feelings of kiss!
I don't know how it changed,
Conversations went away,
know one wants to talk anymore,
Its all about Facetime, Facebook, or Tweeting,