Wind.
The moon rose and peeked at me.
My heart raced.
It fixed nothing for my pain,
But for the moment allowed me to gain,
A brief reprieve from the mental sprain,
I’d found myself under.
-N
An Incurable Romance Writer
Wind.
The moon rose and peeked at me.
My heart raced.
It fixed nothing for my pain,
But for the moment allowed me to gain,
A brief reprieve from the mental sprain,
I’d found myself under.
-N
I told myself I was new,
that I was to never be blue.
I wish that were true.
I walk this road alone.
You said you were only a phone call away from home.
Because of this mistake,
Because of this rake,
Because I trusted the snake,
I ache.
I atone,
Everyday I atone.
I stood there in the known,
Yet I stand here thrown.
-N
It seems we are at a standstill.
I don’t know how I should feel.
I love you but I am afraid.
Afraid of what they’ll say,
Afraid of you being away,
Afraid.
I wish I was stronger.
I wish I could give you something that’ll last longer.
You gave the whole portrait of yourself.
I asked in the beginning,
You said yes, and danced along the shelf.
I wanted to as well but I was scared of what I would see in myself.
I haven’t looked in a mirror in so long,
Wanted to avoid the memories of a sad love song.
I prolong.
I have to be honest,
So I can let you go,
And you find someone full of promise.
-N
Help, I’ve done it again.
Where do I begin.
The words I’ve been wanting to say,
I’ve kept them at bay.
Please pray,
So I can stay.
I’ve been lost,
still haven’t been found.
I’ve been awry,
hence the internal fry.
I can’t try.
Where’s my drive?
Take me away,
So I can say.
That’s all for today.
-N