I tried to watch the sunset; but the light blinded my eyes.
So I shut them and imagined it the way I imagine you when emotions run high.
A perfect picture painted, framed in my mind, with hues of you and shades of we
Beautifully designed, but never quite complete; left to the imagination of what could be.
What is this picture, title withheld, has the artist quit? Or has he simply failed
To embrace the brush with love and respect rather than lust.
What must be done when colors run & blur like an oasis through the heat
Consumed by defeat cause the love's incomplete and just lingers away.
Thought I was on point like those fingers showing blame, is it me?
Really; what does it matter? I had her, past tense now. I just struggle with the thought of how, WE never made it out. So I continue to make it up, but it doesn't make it better.
Time's supposed to heal, feel the scars that remain
When I stroke & caress her delicate frame, strong through years of trials and
My tribulations, stem from plutonic relations; at least that's what I believe
Verbal debris caught in your mental sieve, never forgotten
Like a photo of our past, present, the future. If I could go back & get on track I'd sprint.
Not running from the truth, just searching for an answer
Like loose change in a booth, cover any cost, this lover's loss
Embossed like a seal showing authenticity, our pains, pleasures, & souls ubiquity...
How quickly we forget the beautiful shit when a hurricane hits
No laughter, just uncomfortable silence, the quiet that comes after the storm
Soaked with seclusion, wanting to win you back but apparently I'm losing
Cause I sit here alone writing lines in a poem that represent you & us
A place we've never lived; only visited and vacationed.
Double-booked reservations had me wait'n on stand-by; and now I wonder
Can we take flight, or are we permanently grounded?
Looking for love in all the wrong places until I finally found it.
In all the wrong places, didn't like how that sounded.
Regrets remind me of memories; remind me of the silly things, reminds me of LOVE we didn't bring...together.
So I shut them and imagined it the way I imagine you when emotions run high.
A perfect picture painted, framed in my mind, with hues of you and shades of we
Beautifully designed, but never quite complete; left to the imagination of what could be.
What is this picture, title withheld, has the artist quit? Or has he simply failed
To embrace the brush with love and respect rather than lust.
What must be done when colors run & blur like an oasis through the heat
Consumed by defeat cause the love's incomplete and just lingers away.
Thought I was on point like those fingers showing blame, is it me?
Really; what does it matter? I had her, past tense now. I just struggle with the thought of how, WE never made it out. So I continue to make it up, but it doesn't make it better.
Time's supposed to heal, feel the scars that remain
When I stroke & caress her delicate frame, strong through years of trials and
My tribulations, stem from plutonic relations; at least that's what I believe
Verbal debris caught in your mental sieve, never forgotten
Like a photo of our past, present, the future. If I could go back & get on track I'd sprint.
Not running from the truth, just searching for an answer
Like loose change in a booth, cover any cost, this lover's loss
Embossed like a seal showing authenticity, our pains, pleasures, & souls ubiquity...
How quickly we forget the beautiful shit when a hurricane hits
No laughter, just uncomfortable silence, the quiet that comes after the storm
Soaked with seclusion, wanting to win you back but apparently I'm losing
Cause I sit here alone writing lines in a poem that represent you & us
A place we've never lived; only visited and vacationed.
Double-booked reservations had me wait'n on stand-by; and now I wonder
Can we take flight, or are we permanently grounded?
Looking for love in all the wrong places until I finally found it.
In all the wrong places, didn't like how that sounded.
Regrets remind me of memories; remind me of the silly things, reminds me of LOVE we didn't bring...together.
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