what I have I shouldn't
and what I thought I had is a grabbled possession
My soft lined hands tell the tales of what used to be
What I know is a misconceived lie,
and the knowledge I used to have is a black and white picture.
Within my lips is a universe of words only released to the wind.
Across my rosy cheeks is a distilled stain of tears.
The sound sleep full of arousing dreams,
a fight between conscious, love, and time.
My strive to succeed shattered by the thought of failure.
Good luck embodied with a taste of bad luck.
The sun in my sky eclipsed by the faded moon.
Truth is cut in pieces, scattered among the spinning webs of gossip.
To give into the lost pressures of my long adapted feelings,
would be only the beginning of a neverending dream.
Whisked away by a mist of surrounding love, my absolution.
My remembered regrets are nothing but the truth.
And my wishes, only that of what they are, dead end hopes.
My sorrows resurfacing each night.
The lonliness becoming routinal.
Expectations washed away with long left grime.
My memories are buried below the sands or mirages.
The past, a shadow looming over my shoulders;
The present, an everyday massacre;
And the future, an unknown time that will not come to be.
When will my thoughts come to ease,
with the self morals imprinted on my heart.
When will my joys be true, my life not played as a game
when will the stars shine for me,
colors be more vibrant,
and sounds more delightful.
This is when I'll be truly happy;
when forever is outplayed.