Red, yellow, green, blue, purple,
lights of the carnival rides.;
The most intriguing eyes,
but they weren't his.
& for some reason.. I feel fine.
I may have lied.
Then, it's hard to try
to look into your eyes,
without wanting to cry.
I sit back, &
watch the energy die
-because I think too much.
Once I've been touched by unsaid truth,
& it burned like coals, soaking on the moon,
that were injected by the sun.
But I wonder, was it best?
I've considered putting the lies of truth to the test.
Subconsciously, I guess I'm asking
what do I do?
.. I've finally decided the answer,
& so, I run to you.
Then, stop dead in my tracks,
once I see she's holding onto you.
She holds your smile in her gentle hands.
Quick eye contact is all we get,
as I turn & walk away.
Hoping for sure you'd be following my footprints.
But when I turn around,
the laughter she gives you is a beautiful so painful
Who knew how painful a delicate treasure could be?
If he had followed me, what would we of become?
What would we be?
Only if...
Though, when I get into the car,
reality blows over me, & I see who I will be remaining with.
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PoetryLife throws us so many moments, sometimes it's hard to comprehend what we want to remember and what we want to forget. Either way, remembering or forgetting, that moment happened & how we face reality is up to us. This is poetry I wrote, based off o...
