*not done.
I need to breathe
A bridge to cast me
From the taste of tingling temptations
Jeopardizing all that was once free.
We are tightly tucked into a tangent
Where we begin to recall memories
Instead of master minding them.
We’re taunted by the tease
Our own shameless betrayals bring.
This repeating process is paused
At a point we all ready filmed.
Yet our eyes and touch caused
Us to fail to recognize this as anything but brand new.
It’s a simple lesson to get used to
When illusions run a finer race
than reality’s debut.
You expected me to passively
shackle the first door that invited me
into a love that once glided along
on a genuinely pure sea.
And now you’ve got me running
My finger through the fires
Slower and slower
Each time our passion retires.
