longing for passion and exclusivity i did the work and created unity all i wanted was you but all i received were clues to a puzzle i didn’t know i was building i gave up my time i committed my energy i was present you were my priority but for me to live you have to die for me to smile you have to cry i am telling the truth no need to lie i am deleting you from by my side
untold yesterday but today upfront it pierced my pride what you cared for inside what are the terms what are the mixture are the chemicals the right mix special combinations the elixir unknown does exist
the lost lie can be found behind the tongue that refuse the truth creating an alternate reality that no one has proof used to confuse and to manipulate even the greatest of people or someone they dearly love hidden behind the tongue could have been love until the lost someone who is the blame
where when why like i am always by your side no matter where i am there not to mention when connected like a friend the why is pure to the core wherever you ran to i am happy i found you
Sometimes fear clings like fog to the hills of our hearts. Remember, too, that luck can vanish like morning mist. Yet in handcrafted in imperfection, we uncover veins of gold running through our trials. The screams and call-outs we once cast into the dark may linger on the air, but sooner or later, an avalanche of change must descend.
who said perfection was symmetry clean lines quiet emotions a simple life edited before release impossible margins to coffee-stained mornings we tend to live life in disbelief are there clean sheets in the morning new spreads to get ahead life unfolds the clothes we once folded can we still operate with a wrinkled shirt?
A woman finds a moment of quiet reflection while folding laundry in her sunlit bedroom.
I have been thinking about ways we could be linking driven by desires as pride is hidden my thoughts locked in my mental prison emotionally draining my energy always thinking of you
Life has ways to teach us lessons, how to feel wanted, needed and seen. It also made you feel forgotten and lost. Feeling left behind is heart breaking, so how do we choose to express our feelings.
Forgotten
Left with a note and the door closed,
I had a pen and some thoughts so I wrote,
I scribbled over the lines written that said wait for me,
And wrote my true feeling, you left you should have stayed with me.