trust me when I proclaim
You and me both have tried
To be rid of me,
You have been able to
I have failed though
For I have been searching
For the me I hope to be rid of
It is no where to be found
I have searched ways
In my profound pragmatism
In my insolent breaths
The me is not to be found
The curse I bear is to be alive
Devoid of me
Or is the me that I seek already dead
In the search of your loving words
Maybe it is and I like you will never know
For it feels like a dead existence
To be in the absence of you
And when I was told of love
Was I deaf to my soul's fears
I was and this is me now
In search of a me so long gone
Weeping in silent tears
And
Wanting to wail
Wishing to wilt as I sleep tonight
Wishing the universe be kind for once
To grant me this only wish somehow
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