i lie.
eyes open wide.
Alone,
i dip into the paints and pastels of my own mind.
thoughts figure themselves into my head;
how much I would rather be
With You,
Alive In Love,
instead.
it's disappearing -
the CoLoR of Feeling;
a Love that was Revealing
only a world you can find when your dreaming.
i'm fighting -
the words in my writing;
layers upon layers show Passion is leaving.
my own art, an enemy, as my letters keep losing.
Receding,
my heart
rides waves.
Never seeing how much it keeps giving up
to a tide that is unyielding.
My eyelids are closing.
Their choosing to go back to dreaming.
No comments:
Post a Comment