“Talking with myself in a land-locked parking lot
Sick of all the small talk, dripping non-stop”
I feel like that now.
My heart is writing songs, sad verses, those in Minor E, taking me to depths while I wait for you to decide. I’m taking long walks, nature walks, hoping that the silence and the green will settle me down. Waiting.
I wrote you a poem.
I keep staring at the light
In the distance, in the ebony of night
There, you shining a colour so bright
You the only thing in my sight.
I reach out my hand to feel
This magic that holds my gaze still
Hoping in a moment the heart would heal
If this beauty could be present and real.
Alas, I keep beholding
I keep reaching
But nothing but vapour rising
And my hands, emptiness holding.
You seem like a dream
I, a lucid dreamer.
Don’t know what more to say.
“You feel your heart beat loudest when it’s breaking
You and I both know our fatal flaws
We both know that love is what you make it
I want you
All or nothing at all”