another day, another minute, till the next hour, sitting alone, bit lip blood bitter sour. the pain in question, the subliminal suggestion, built into the edge of guilt, shadowed desire, buried ire. frustration never ending, constantly sending, signals of no longer wanting to be individual.
Another step taken, another emotion shaken to the top of my mind, telling me to stop, don't want to ruin my chances, regretting all the second glances. temptation stacked on selfish expectations, reorganizing the unwanted relations with no clause for escape, tired of having to wait for the heart to change and the mind to follow, kill the sorrow.
another life to borrow to hide my mistakes, wanting to give you more than your willing to take. wanting for myself things tucked away into the shelves of souls hidden away into paths i can not follow. cycles of emotion, grounded in devotion for the love so caring, sharing the thoughts with me in ways that could only be true, forever as i once knew.
another bit of misinformation, leading to complications, assumptions curdling the consumption of the spoiled interest, reminding me forever of the best, just out of reach, inverting my speech into the sugar coated confection that hides away the pain of rejection.
hopeless to the change of heart. chained to playing the part, but not wanting to be freed from the devotion. craving the emotion.
wanting
why?
oh?
You
Another step taken, another emotion shaken to the top of my mind, telling me to stop, don't want to ruin my chances, regretting all the second glances. temptation stacked on selfish expectations, reorganizing the unwanted relations with no clause for escape, tired of having to wait for the heart to change and the mind to follow, kill the sorrow.
another life to borrow to hide my mistakes, wanting to give you more than your willing to take. wanting for myself things tucked away into the shelves of souls hidden away into paths i can not follow. cycles of emotion, grounded in devotion for the love so caring, sharing the thoughts with me in ways that could only be true, forever as i once knew.
another bit of misinformation, leading to complications, assumptions curdling the consumption of the spoiled interest, reminding me forever of the best, just out of reach, inverting my speech into the sugar coated confection that hides away the pain of rejection.
hopeless to the change of heart. chained to playing the part, but not wanting to be freed from the devotion. craving the emotion.
wanting
why?
oh?
You
