sigh-lence

[kristensue]

 only sound

and the negligent pining seems wasteful at times
and my late night prayers, are they heard?

I ask You to make the deaf hear
and all he does is disappear.

with his cryptic fairytales in my face
i lose, i lose, i lose this race.
(tell me, is it her you chase?)

this fantasy, figment of your lack of imagination
and i'm praying, staying, waiting, wishing for a word.

just a word.

i thought i was your pearl.