1 thought times a million
Searching for an answer... asking why such irrational behavior.. these things that would never normally be done. drunk does not have an excuse. being perfectly capeable of making decisions... even while not sober. Perfectly capeable.... and now then..
why is this love being taken advantage of? There stood a fawn, fenced, with plenty of land around it, having an unreal freedom. A bird circles ahead waiting on the right time to drop in... when it is most vunerable. A dream and nothing more? no.. a symbol of love.. so says a book of dreams. A dull, irritated, frustrated, crying, fake smile was captured on a roll of memories time after time and clicks moment by moment through a still mind. A mind that has been petrified by life's times of trial. All of the fantasies... dreams... creation.. turned to nothing as everything crumbles under pressure. Lonely, only on the inside while on the outer edge only a sliver of darkness is shown, because radiance overwhelms people's observations. Wishing to craft sunglasses for the night- so even at a concert you can hide your tears from yourself. Wanting to be there for you... and me....A craving... a wanting... a needing of real love- no set backs. No holding on, just let go. Why is this just so hard for people I've come to trust? Just let go. There's nothing that should be holding you back. My love is pure and full, always true, and always yours to keep. A love- taken advantage of, as it has been many a time before by others... a love wanting something shared and beautiful finds nothing but selfishness in other's hearts. But being imperfected- a heart, a love, it alone too.. needs compassion and forgiveness for things it's done as well. No holding on please.. I beg- just let go.
why is this love being taken advantage of? There stood a fawn, fenced, with plenty of land around it, having an unreal freedom. A bird circles ahead waiting on the right time to drop in... when it is most vunerable. A dream and nothing more? no.. a symbol of love.. so says a book of dreams. A dull, irritated, frustrated, crying, fake smile was captured on a roll of memories time after time and clicks moment by moment through a still mind. A mind that has been petrified by life's times of trial. All of the fantasies... dreams... creation.. turned to nothing as everything crumbles under pressure. Lonely, only on the inside while on the outer edge only a sliver of darkness is shown, because radiance overwhelms people's observations. Wishing to craft sunglasses for the night- so even at a concert you can hide your tears from yourself. Wanting to be there for you... and me....A craving... a wanting... a needing of real love- no set backs. No holding on, just let go. Why is this just so hard for people I've come to trust? Just let go. There's nothing that should be holding you back. My love is pure and full, always true, and always yours to keep. A love- taken advantage of, as it has been many a time before by others... a love wanting something shared and beautiful finds nothing but selfishness in other's hearts. But being imperfected- a heart, a love, it alone too.. needs compassion and forgiveness for things it's done as well. No holding on please.. I beg- just let go.