To portray and feel inadequate…
In this world, anger and dislike rise above all…
In your world, animosity rules and loving effort falls short for miles…
The plate remains bare from your ferocious appetite…
Consuming all and gaining nothing…
It lurks and it will creep.
It watches as you sleep.
It nows that you’re weak.
It hunts only the meek.
It haunts only what you seek.
Creep, it will never.
For It was beckoned by You; OH, so clever.
A pound of flesh with a smile so debonair.
A pint of blood, taken out of thin air.
“A moment of your time sir?” He may dare.
~Take my hand; only then, you shall you walk on air.~
Ying and Yang, they are one of the same..
Infinitely separated by their name…
Yet bound by their eternal flame…
The ticking of the clock edges my nerves.
Time for love?
Time for you.
Time for me?
It is half past midnight and there is no availability.
Chiming clocks echo through our distance.
Had you thought of me?
Seconds showing all resistance.
The hands edge our way, my heart vibrates with each tick.
My thoughts plummet further with every tock.
Mucky waters filled with tears and sifting sand; without a destination our end is surely meek.
And with no direction there’s no where for us to flock.
Except blindly towards the sounds of the clock.
Hypocrisy is in love with time, you see.
For, it knows what it does, and exactly what time to flee.
My heart is so mad at what I do…
It beats faster and faster with each thought of you…
The time that is left, is so little and so few…
My heart loves every part of you…
I wonder if you think of me.
I wonder if I sache’ through your mind… Because you don’t leave mine.
Do you think of my honest eyes?
Do you think of my voice? Because all I want to hear is yours.
Have you thought of my skin?
Have you thought of my temperature? Because it is all I can feel.
Have you tried to guess what it is; that I really want, to do today?
Have you tried to guess what it is; that I wish I could say? Because all I can do is listen.
Have I dreamed all these moments?
Have I dreamed all these thoughts? Because all I can do is think them.
Just enough for a nibble…
Just a bit of a taste.
Just a fling, of a sad fiddle…
Just a reaction, with O much haste.
Just a clue; found in such a riddle…
Just a song, for a pallet with such taste.
Just a being, found right in the middle…
Just a moment, careful enough to not waste.
Just a thought, a thought of such little…
Just a gown fallen from lace.