Reflecting
Floating beneath the water of my life,
Watching the ripples affect my view of what’s above,
Slowly sinking under, moving rapidly to the bottom.
Feeling
Emotions are high, yet your intentions are so low,
Bliss has reached its height,
My eyes have been blinded.
Thinking
Words are so silent underneath your stories,
Beautiful eyes, they lie to me when they look at me,
Your tongue of truths sets me on fire.
Screaming
Holding onto those memories of once was,
Leaving with a grin on my face at first,
Feeling free of life’s arguments,
Flying
Freedom has turned into a feeling,
Missing the every breathe of your being,
Longing for that embrace.
Hoping
Fear runs through my veins,
Thick motions of past regret,
Tumbling down the road like a tattered leaf.
Running
Wonders of the future bestow me,
Denying heart slaps my face,
Can you hear my cries?
Listening
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