allowing myself to morn you.

[iovesickpuppy]

the thought of you

something should be said about the way you cloud my thoughts.
sneaking in at obvious times of inconvenience.

and what for?
the time you steal produces nothing I can gain.
only reviving memories so bittersweet in thought.

"if i could go back..." i say, but stop myself from impending deceit.
i know those kind of ideas are dangerous to the heart.

for i have flown away from the light to escape the darkness
and in doing so i changed the pictures on your wall.

do you see me now as simple as the others who came before me?
another farceur to add to the set?

so many times i've wished for you thoughts you cannot see.
still i am afraid all that can be said...

is nothing.