As hard as I try
You stay in the forefront
Of my frontal lobe
The days get harded
The nights get longer
Scared
Because I dont wanna lose
Because I become confused
I love what we have
Im beyond secure
Until I heard someone say
Not so fast there is more
Crossing lines I never drew
What am I to do
Never caught up
I cant claim that
But it does feel like my soul
Is a little outta wack
Happiness is genuie
Love is pure
Everything I wanted
So there cant be more
Anymore and I would be
Drowing in the abyss
Of everything I painted
Life to be
Parts of me wants to run
To many connections
To many losses
So I will stand
You stay in the forefront
Of my frontal lobe
The days get harded
The nights get longer
Scared
Because I dont wanna lose
Because I become confused
I love what we have
Im beyond secure
Until I heard someone say
Not so fast there is more
Crossing lines I never drew
What am I to do
Never caught up
I cant claim that
But it does feel like my soul
Is a little outta wack
Happiness is genuie
Love is pure
Everything I wanted
So there cant be more
Anymore and I would be
Drowing in the abyss
Of everything I painted
Life to be
Parts of me wants to run
To many connections
To many losses
So I will stand
Greetings from the UK. I enjoyed reading your poetic piece.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.