My mind writes without motion, my pen moves without thought. What is this strange loneliness I feel? So distant, yet so powerful suppressed by the mystery of time. An ordinary day, emotions softened by pages
As I unpack into loneliness, I long for the sound of a voice… Do I care who I love or is it just good to be loved? Why don’t I leave, why am I so alone, who am I, what makes me happy…
How can I tell the difference between expressing emotion and strength? My emotions wake up and weep. Forgotten reality, hazed vision; how do you balance importance of love with life, why do I block out those who care?
I look back and see innocence. A hopeless romantic only wanting someone to treat right.
A scrawny little youth who just needed someone to care. When I see them now they are all the same.. if I were only to see their eyes would I know their name?
I hate the emotional monster I have become. I want to right the wrong, when did I change was it before my world was crushed.. I no longer blame her, we were only kids. Give me back my innocence, take away my accomplishments give me purity. Take away what little experience I have and give me innocent love