No

[sorrowbird87]

Imagine.

The traffic screams your desperation.
These white walls are your pay.
Five hundred miles is your romance.
Walk it out.
Step over the hurdles.
Run, run away if living is losing the game.

The hollering is persistent,
so frightening
that when you give up,
a fruitful midnight sexual extravaganza at best,
you've found the delights of being alone.
Liar.
Liar.
You are tearing down the walls,
so goes the usual dilemma,
but I am laughing all this distance away,
I cannot let you move on.

The roar of another engine.
Just take me.
Take me.
Take.
I only want to give.
The noise leaves
a lingering feeling
that someone pretty,
almost too perfect
is laughing at your spent love.
You crave desires
like a soft pain against your broken window.
A little bit.
Little bit.
Little more.
I can remember your lines
with my hearing gone.
Imagine.

Through the thick of pain.
No more agony.
No more.
No.
I loved your twice more
as I think about your glance
back towards everything.
No more sadness.
No more.
No.
I adore you.
You.