A Realization

February 25, 2012
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
To remove myself from humanity,
I'll sit in the back of the library.
Waste away the next hour in my head.
Reminiscent of your voice; what you said.

Eager to love an infatuation.
So lost in a manic sensation,
That doesn't reciprocate the feeling.
Have I reached my enamored, blank ceiling?

Twenty-five minutes passed, wasted on you.
While you stay ignorant of what I do.
Too old for this immature depression.
It's time I buy into that fond potion.

Over those hills, to a distance quite far.
Where I don't see your face in every car.
Your innocent venom without a bite.
I would let you cut me with your sweet light.

As I leave, your hold won't loosen on me.
And this meaningless hour has gone by.
So when I see you, you will have no clue,
That I spent the hour writing this for you.





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback