i try to let out my voice i try to be assertive i try to come across as dominant, even driving my econobox down ponce, i realize there are light years between myself and who i want to be the universe has bound my personality to a square, but I remember a past life where roundness prevailed
Month: June 2021
echo, echo
pounding fills my head at the thought of you. a voice whispers to run with nowhere to flee to. i love now, with you, but my fear of the future is almost deafening. could you please turn it down? the static fills my vision, but for you, dear... i would go deaf and blind. so i run into your arms.
blank canvas
beauty grates on my eyes, and music on my ears. i live in the grey, listlessness the strongest mood, until i found some rose tinted glasses resting on your nose. no, life is no michelangelo, no picasso, no rembrandt, but sharing these glasses with you... oh, you, you, you. i feel alive on this crutch, but one day I must heal and walk alone again.