How exactly do you expect me to be alright? You were here today but you're gone tonight. My heart's beat depends solely upon you. It seems as though my whole world is falling through. I'm trapped within love's padded walls, even though life's duty calls. I'm insane in this mind, made up on love that I hold; yet, my mind proceeds to distastefully scold. And why must such conflict continuously occur? Are my feelings disgraceful, quite hasteful, or even impure? Am I unworthy of true happiness in spite of this world of constant discord and blight? Are my actions so misleading that even God is forced to boast? Or, is even he an imaginational pigment whom instills hope when needed most? The doubts that I hold are quite shameful indeed; but, what can be expected in such time of need?
July 10, 2011