though sometimes I dont' know who to praise
for a piercing glance, a brush of your hand
can convey so much
and I don't understand.
Why embark on a journey you feel you can't survive?
Why must you take me along on this distasterous ride?
the games we play are weathered with time -
is my time worth this static?
confess your latent lies to me,
better yet, yourself.
actions speak louder than words
and I already know the truth.
- Jacqueline Audrey
(for Amber)
