Lost

Life is going by, and
I can’t seem to fly.
This black tie is holding me back.
You see I’m normally so spry.
I lie in, I don’t know
anticipation, for the hard,unforgiving
sensation, condensation, gyration you
provide.
While I’m astride you,
People chide,
give me looks of snide.
Trying to hold back my progress.
But I digress.
My success,
is in the love you possess.
It’s in my feelings in which you
so gladly acquiesce,
address,
to my distressed spirit.
I can’t fly
because I need you here.
Please lend an ear.
Don’t disappear.

-N

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